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 He'd lick them if he was running races with a score itself.

Look at the mule he has, kicking the stars.

There was a lep! (Catching hold of Mahon in her excitement.) He's fallen! He's mounted again! Faith, he's passing them all!

Look at him skelping her!

And the mountain girls hooshing him on!

It's the last turn! The post's cleared for them now!

Look at the narrow place. He'll be into the bogs! (With a yell.) Good rider! He's through it again!