"He's not a bad sort, is he?"
At first Ulick did not recognise the horse, as the light was not particularly good. He stepped up to his side, and Random sniffed and pushed his head against him.
"He seems to know me," said Ulick. Then, as he took another look at him, he exclaimed—
"Why it's Random! Good old Random; where on earth did he spring from?"
He patted the horse, and it was quite like the meeting of two friends after a long separation.
"I borrowed him," said Eli.
"From Mrs. Courtly?"
"Yes, and she was delighted to lend him."
"Will she be at the meet to-morrow?"
"No, only at the breakfast."