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to kill time I offered to run Mr. Forrester a liundred 

 yards for a " bottle of cliam/^ I fancy tlie spurt I 

 gave induced Mr. Forrester to think I could run, and 

 he forfeited. I can assure him the spurt I gave took it 

 all out of me^ so it was lucky for me he did not toe the 

 scratch. When it was known The Harvester had got 

 the race, we four left the course in a waggonette, and 

 after sundry adventures on the road reached Scott's 

 Hotel, where I believe we had a very fair night of it. 

 Mr. John McLoughlin was a worthy lawyer of Sydney 

 —a real good sort, and very fond of a racehorse. In 

 Correze he had a good one, but the horse never 

 seemed to be thoroughly at his best, except when he 

 won the V. R. C. Handicap in the fastest time on 

 record. Mention of Mr. McLoughlin's name reminds 

 me of a little adventure in Sydney. I had been to 

 the theatre, and met Mr. McLoughlin as I came out. 

 He asked me if I was going home, and I said, '* Yes.^' 

 He then proposed I should ride home, as far as I had 

 to go, in his cab. 



I agreed, and there he kept me, in the cab, until 

 we reached his house at Bronte, miles beyond where I 

 wanted to alight. 



I remained for supper, then had a stroll round the 

 grounds — it was a beautiful moonlight night — and 

 then a peep at Correze. He had the horse stabled at 

 his house then. I reached homo about 2*0 a.m., and 

 it took all my persuasive powers to convince my 



