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Lawson, who had nothing running in the race and 

 who was therefore free to admire with an un- 

 jaundiced eye the excellences of Garry o wen. 

 Andy had been taken over the course the day 

 before and had studied its peculiarities, receiving 

 sage advice from Lawson and his master, all of 

 which he hstened to with an appearance of respect, 

 but which was scarcely of much profit to him, as 

 his keen eye and judgment could give him, unaided, 

 the ins and outs of any racing track almost as 

 well as the oldest user and frequenter of it. 



After breakfast Mr French went out to smoke 

 a cigar and think things over; Lawson, seeing 

 the nervousness and agitation of his friend, had 

 promised to look after everything and act as 

 second in this duel with Fortune. 



The downs even now showed an animated 

 appearance. A few hours more and the great 

 race trains would pour their thousands upon 

 thousands to swell the throng. Gipsies and 

 tramps, pick-pockets, all sorts of undesirables, had 

 camped on the downs or tramped from London ; 

 cocoanut shies were going up, costers' barrows 

 arriving, and ginger-beer stalls materiaUsing 

 themselves. Just outside the house Mr French 

 met Moriarty. 



" The horse is all right, Moriarty? " asked 

 French. 



"Yes, sorr; right as rain and fresh as paint. 

 You needn't be unaisy, sorr ; barrin' the visitation 

 of God, he'U win:' 



