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CHAPTER VI 



RACE RIDING 

 BY ALFRED E. T. WATSON 



N instructive an- 

 ecdote is told of 

 the late George 

 Fordham, a joc- 

 key whose supe- 

 rior has never 

 been seen on the 

 turf. It hap- 

 pened one day 

 that a match 

 was to be ridden 

 at Newmarket 

 with Archer and 

 Tom Cannon in 

 the saddle, and 



Fordham was looking on. The match was a very good one, 

 that is to say, both horses were fit and well, and on form there 

 was nothing to choose between them ; they started and raced 

 together side by side, and Fordham watched as the pair ap- 

 proached the place where he stood, not far from the winning 

 post. ' Sit still, Tom, my boy ; sit still ; ' a friend who stood by 

 him heard him mutter to himself in a low tone that was just 

 audible. 'Sit still, that's it ! that's it ! No ! not just yet 



