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back to The Martens, and he's there now, as peace- 

 able as pie, waiting for the horse to come back." 



" My God, Dashwood," said French, " inside 

 this hour I'll be either a rich man or broke to the 

 world, and I feel just as cool as if I hadn't a penny 

 on the race. Funny that, isn't it? " 



" Not a bit," said Bobby. " I always feel that 

 way myself when it comes to the scratch. By 

 Jove ! there's Garryowen, and isn't he looking fit ! " 



" Don't let us go near him," said French. 

 " We've got him here, but I feel if I go near him my 

 bad luck may stick on him. Come into the ring." 



He led the way to the ring, followed by Dash- 

 wood. Lawson was just leaving the ring. " It's 

 twenty-five to one on Garryowen now," said he. 

 " They've sniffed him, and, begad, I wouldn't 

 wonder if he started ten to one. You can't 

 grumble, French; you're having a run for your 

 money. Sixty-five to one you told me you got 

 on at. I've just put seven hundred on at twenty- 

 five, so that's my opinion of Garryowen. Now 

 stick here and don't bother. I'm going to have a 

 word with your trainer. Leave everything to 

 me and him, and stick here — but don't put any 

 more on; you mustn't pull down your average." 



" Right," said French, and Lawson left him. 



'* I haven't any average to pull down," said Mr 

 Dashwood. ' ' Haven' fc a penny on ; but I captured 

 twenty pounds yesterday, and here goes." He 

 approached Sam Collins, a book-maker beknownst 

 to him, and, lo and behold! Garryowen's price 



