'Do?' replied Jack, with his chin still up; 'go home, I should think.'
'There's a man down!' exclaimed a groom, who formed one of the group, as a dark-coated rider and horse measured their length on a pasture.
'It's Mr. Sparks,' said another, adding, 'he's always rolling about.'
'Lor', look at the parson!' exclaimed a third, as Blossomnose was seen gathering his horse and setting up his shoulders preparatory to riding at a gate.
'Well done, old 'un!' roared a fourth, as the horse flew over it, apparently without an effort.
'Now for Tom!' cried several, as the second whip went galloping up on the line of the gate.
'Ah! he won't have it!' was the cry, as the horse suddenly stopped short, nearly shooting Tom over his head. 'Try him again—try him again—take a good run—that's him—there, he's over!' was the cry, as Tom flourished his arm in the air on landing.
'Look! there's old Tommy Baker, the rat-ketcher!' cried another, as a man went working his arms and legs on an old white pony across a fallow.
'Ah, Tommy! Tommy! you'd better shut up,' observed another: 'a pig could go as fast as that.'