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Giveen, with the bag in his hand, was torn by 

 conflicting emotions. Suppose Paddy Welsh and 

 Mr Lazarus could not find him again because of the 

 crowd? Then what would he do with the money 

 in the bag? Faith, what else but take it back to 

 London; and as he was off to Ireland next day, 

 what else could he do but take the bag with him? 



His mind played with Cupidity and Theft as a 

 puppy plays with its mates. He would not steal 

 the money, but he would stick to it if the others, 

 by any chance, missed him. And he determined 

 to give them every chance of so doing. He would 

 wait a decent time, say two or three minutes, after 

 the race was over, and then wander back to the 

 station. Besides, there was ten pounds due to him . 

 Paddy had promised him ten pounds anyway. 



Engaged in these thoughts, he scarcely heard 

 the shouting around him as the horses were sweep- 

 ing round Tattenham Corner. 



The desire to look at the money in the bag now 

 came on him irresistibly, and opening the clasp 

 he peeped in. 



Pebbles and pieces of brick met his gaze and 

 confounded him. 



What on earth did it mean? Then he guessed. 

 He had been done ! 



Paddy and Mr Lazarus had levanted with the 

 money. They must have had two bags and sub- 

 stituted this one. Withered leaves and desola- 

 tion! He would never get his ten pounds now. 

 That was why they had bolted. Instead of flinging 



