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“
End
of
Round
One
!
”
thought
the
Boy
.
“
How
well
they
managed
it
!
But
I
hope
the
Saint
won
’
t
get
excited
.
I
can
trust
the
dragon
all
right
.
What
a
regular
play
-
actor
the
fellow
is
!
”
St
.
George
had
at
last
prevailed
on
his
horse
to
stand
steady
,
and
was
looking
round
him
as
he
wiped
his
brow
.
Catching
sight
of
the
Boy
,
he
smiled
and
nodded
,
and
held
up
three
fingers
for
an
instant
.
“
It
seems
to
be
all
planned
out
,
”
said
the
Boy
to
himself
.
“
Round
Three
is
to
be
the
finishing
one
,
evidently
.
Wish
it
could
have
lasted
a
bit
longer
.
Whatever
’
s
that
old
fool
of
a
dragon
up
to
now
?
”
The
dragon
was
employing
the
interval
in
giving
a
ramping
-
performance
for
the
benefit
of
the
crowd
.
Ramping
,
it
should
be
explained
,
consists
in
running
round
and
round
in
a
wide
circle
,
and
sending
waves
and
ripples
of
movement
along
the
whole
length
of
your
spine
,
from
your
pointed
ears
right
down
to
the
spike
at
the
end
of
your
long
tail
.
When
you
are
covered
with
blue
scales
,
the
effect
is
particularly
pleasing
;
and
the
Boy
recollected
the
dragon
’
s
recently
expressed
wish
to
become
a
social
success
.
St
.
George
now
gathered
up
his
reins
and
began
to
move
forward
,
dropping
the
point
of
his
spear
and
settling
himself
firmly
in
the
saddle
.
“
Time
!
”
yelled
everybody
excitedly
;
and
the
dragon
,
leaving
off
his
ramping
,
sat
up
on
end
,
and
began
to
leap
from
one
side
to
the
other
with
huge
ungainly
bounds
,
whooping
like
a
Red
Indian
.
This
naturally
disconcerted
the
horse
,
who
swerved
violently
,
the
Saint
only
just
saving
himself
by
the
mane
;
and
as
they
shot
past
the
dragon
delivered
a
vicious
snap
at
the
horse
’
s
tail
which
sent
the
poor
beast
careering
madly
far
over
the
Downs
,
so
that
the
language
of
the
Saint
,
who
had
lost
a
stirrup
,
was
fortunately
inaudible
to
the
general
assemblage
.
Round
Two
evoked
audible
evidence
of
friendly
feeling
towards
the
dragon
.
The
spectators
were
not
slow
to
appreciate
a
combatant
who
could
hold
his
own
so
well
and
clearly
wanted
to
show
good
sport
,
and
many
encouraging
remarks
reached
the
ears
of
our
friend
as
he
strutted
to
and
fro
,
his
chest
thrust
out
and
his
tail
in
the
air
,
hugely
enjoying
his
new
popularity
.
St
.
George
had
dismounted
and
was
tightening
his
girths
,
and
telling
his
horse
,
with
quite
an
Oriental
flow
of
imagery
,
exactly
what
he
thought
of
him
,
and
his
relations
,
and
his
conduct
on
the
present
occasion
;
so
the
Boy
made
his
way
down
to
the
Saint
’
s
end
of
the
line
,
and
held
his
spear
for
him
.
“
It
’
s
been
a
jolly
fight
,
St
.
George
!
”
he
said
with
a
sigh
.
“
Can
’
t
you
let
it
last
a
bit
longer
?
”
