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the accursed bag away and bolting himself, the 

 unfortunate man, who knew nothing of welshers 

 and his own abominable position, slung the bag 

 over his shoulder by its long strap and, to complete 

 the business, mounted on the tub. From this 

 position he scanned the crowd eagerly, looking for 

 the defaulters. 



He did not see them. He saw a wide expanse 

 of ape-hke and fatuous faces; every face was 

 unadorned by a wide-open mouth, and every 

 mouth was yelling; 



" Wheel of Fortune ! Wheel of Fortune! " 



Ten thousand voices made the sky ring with the 

 shout. Garryowen, leading by a neck, was passing 

 the winning-post, but the crowd, deceived by the 

 course and their own desire, fancied still the 

 favourite was the winner. 



At the result the shouts were not so triumphant. 

 " Garryowen 1. 

 Wheel of Fortune 2. 

 Satiety 3." 



" Here you are. Ten shiUings. I backed The 

 Wheel for a place two to one." 



" What are you saying? " said Mr Giveen, tear- 

 ing his eyes from the course and looking down 

 at a youth with a weak mouth, a bowler hat and a 

 screaming check suit, who was holding a pink card 

 in his hand and addressing him. 



" I want my money." 



" I haven't got your money. I'm lookin' for 

 a big man with a red face and 



