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never have taken all this trouble to thwart him, 

 would never have put so many obstacles in his 

 path, if she were not sure that when the flag fell 

 the victory of Garry o wen would be a certainty. 



After breakfast he went out on the downs to 

 watch the colt taking his exercise. 



The length of the City and Suburban course had 

 been marked out on the great flat table-land, and 

 here Garryowen and The Cat (the swiftest thing 

 save Garryowen that French had ever possessed) 

 were now exercising, Andy up on Garryowen and 

 Buck Slane on The Cat. Moriarty, a straw in his 

 mouth, was watching them. 



" We'll do it, Moriarty," said French, as he 

 took his stand beside his henchman and flxed his 

 eyes on the distant horses that were being walked 

 back towards him. 



" I'm beginnin' to b'lave we will, sorr," 

 repHed Moriarty. " We'll just hit the cruck in 

 the middle be the fifteenth; there's not a bit of 

 overthrainin' about the colt; I've been keepin' 

 him back for the last few days, for a horse all 

 fiddle-strings is no more use on the course than a 

 barber's cat at a concert; and did yiz ever hear 

 of thim college chaps, sorr, that goes up for their 

 'xaminations wid the stuff stickin' out of their 

 heads, and no thin' in their heads but addlement? 

 Faith, Mr Casey of Thrinity College told me of 

 thim when he was down for the shoo tin'. He 

 said he'd seen thim college boys, some of thim, 

 larnin' up their stuff right till they were forenint 



