Roger Carbury had but one saddle horse,--a favourite old hunter that he loved as a friend. And now this dear old friend, whose legs probably were not quite so good as they once were, was being galloped along the hard road by that odious cub! "Soda and brandy!" Roger exclaimed to himself almost aloud, thinking of the discomfiture of that early morning. "He'll die some day of delirium tremens in a hospital!"

Roger Carbury had only one saddle horse - a favourite old hunter, whose legs were not so good as they once were. And now this dear old friend was being galloped along the hard road by that odious cub!
"Soda and brandy!" Roger exclaimed to himself. "He'll die some day of delirium tremens!"
