Mar. [Who has overheard him.] I'll take that bet, sir.
Bev. Eh? oh! as you please Mademoiselle.
Des. By the Lord, he's up!
[Noise as before—then shout.
Bev. In the air?
Des. No, in the saddle. [Noise again.] Ah, he's off!
Bev. Off the horse?
Des. No; off on a gallop. [Noise gets more distant.] Egad! they're all scampering after him. What's he doing now? The ditch! take care!
Mad. L. He'll be killed.
Mad. A. Oh! oh!