332 GARRYOWEN 



" If he does," said French, " I'll win sixty-five 

 thousand pounds, and if he doesn't, begad, I'm 

 beggared." 



" He's nothing to fear, sorr, but Wheel of Fortune. 

 I've been lookin' and Hstenin' and talkin' ever 

 since I came down, and it's my opinion there's 

 nuthin' here to give its heels to Garryowen; and 

 if you'll let me give you a bit of advice, sorr, 

 it's this: go for a walk, and don't bother your 

 head about the matter. Major Lawson is lookin' 

 afther every thin', and me and Andy will pull 

 everj^hin' through." 



"I know, I know," said French. "You'll 

 do everything you can. Well, there's no use 

 worrying. I'll do what you say." 



He took Moriarty's horny hand and shook it. 

 Then, turning, he walked off over the downs. 



It was twenty minutes or so before the race. 

 A hundred thousand people lined the course and 

 filled the air with the hum of a British crowd on 

 a race day, which is different from the sound 

 emitted by any other crowd on earth. 



Mr French, whose nervous agitation had 

 utterly vanished, was entering the paddock when 

 someone touched his arm. It was Bobby Dash- 

 wood. 



"Hullo," said French, "Good. When did 

 you arrive? " 



" Last train," said Mr Dashwood. " I say, it's 

 aU right. I paid that chap's fine and lugged him 



