CAEBINE AND HIS CUP. 93 



iind Highborn was at 83 to 1. Kamagc rode Carbine, 

 and Egan, a tiny iad, Highborn. ^' Old Jack ^^ was 

 fairly nobbled as he was being saddled, but as usual 

 he took no notice of the crowd. When he came on to 

 the track there was a terrific burst of cheering. 

 Carbine stood still and looked round, and then 

 declined to go to the post. Mr. Hickenbotham gave 

 him a push behind, and Carbine moved a few paces. 

 This was a slow process. At last Ramage threw the 

 reins over the horse's head, and Mr. Hickenbotham 

 fairly dragged him up the course. I never saw a more 

 sluggish horse until he commenced to race, and then 

 there was a different tale to tell. Mr. Forrester was 

 very confident Highborn would beat him. 



I shall never forget that race. Carbine held a 

 good position throughout, but did not get well to the 

 front until they were in the straight. At the home 

 turn Highborn looked to have a chance second to 

 none, and the hopes of his backers were high. No 

 sooner, however, did Carbine see an opening than he 

 shot through, and after that it was a case of hare and 

 hounds. On came '^ Old Jack,^' with his lOst. 51b., 

 and at the distance he had the race won. Cheer after 

 cheer rent the air, and people went almost frantic with 

 excitement. It was a wild scene. For months Car- 

 bine had been backed by the public, and at last the 

 suspense was over. It was a glorious victory, and 

 everyone knew it, but none better than Mr. Forrester, 



