GREEN; YELLOW SLEEVES, BELT, AND CAP 



tically won his race as the few survivors of the field 

 of three and twenty approached the last fence. The 

 horse was artful as a monkey, however. Seeing a gap 

 he swerved and made for it, with the result that he took 

 off sideways and rolled over on landing. Had it not 

 been for this. Tommy steadfastly maintained that 

 Ambush II. would always have ranked with Cloister, 

 Manifesto and subsequently Jerry M., all of whom did 

 what at one time had been deemed impossible — won the 

 Liverpool with 1 2 st. 7 lb. My old friend Cushendun 

 was no longer in my charge, and though only eight 

 years old, often the prime of life for a steeplechase horse, 

 had undoubtedly deteriorated. But it is quite possible 

 that the just-quoted expression "ought to have won" 

 might properly be applied to Lord Coventry's Inquisitor. 

 This horse was trained by his owner's son, the then 

 Captain Charles Coventry, who was subsequently taken 

 prisoner by the Turks and is in captivity — a multitude 

 of friends hope not in intolerable circumstances — at the 

 time of writing. 



One hates to retail suspicions about horses having 

 been " got at," but Lord Coventry is most assuredly 

 too generous and high-minded to entertain suspicion 

 without a cause, and he has told me that he is convinced 

 all was not well with Inquisitor when he went to the 

 post. If I remember aright, there had been some 

 trouble about the jockey of Drumcree. Sir Charles 

 Nugent's son, Hugh, afterwards, unhappily, killed when 



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