THE CITY AND SUBURBAN 337 



"Wheel of Fortune wins! Wheel of Fortune 

 wins! " 



Flash ! — ^they are past the winning-post and the 

 race is ended. 



" Look! Look! " cried Dash wood. 



Impossible to tell the winner from the ring. 

 Till the number went up the two men stood, eyes 

 fixed on the man at the board. 



"Seven!" cried French as the number went 

 up, and in the voice of a person who sees what he 

 cannot believe. 



Mr Giveen and his new-found friend, Mr 

 Welsh, arrived at Epsom by an early train and 

 took up a position near the ring. Giveen was 

 quite unconscious that his kiasman French 

 had entered Garryowen for the City and Sub- 

 urban. He knew that the horse had been 

 destined to run in some race, but he knew as 

 little about race meetings as bazaars, and he 

 never even glanced at the race-card which !Mr 

 Welsh gave him. He was entirely taken up by 

 the crowd and haK addled by the noise around 

 him. 



Mr Welsh had been joined at the station by a 

 very evil and flashy-looking individual who frankly 

 called himseK Lazarus, perhaps because it would 

 have been a waste of time and energy to have 

 called himself anything else; and Mr Welsh, 

 having introduced Mr Lazarus to Mr Giveen, the 

 trio proceeded to the course. 



