CHASING AND RACING 181 



" Oh, not much," I answered casually. " A matter 

 of 4 a monkey'S.?., that's all." 



Fry's beatific smile faded away like an Eastern 

 sunset ; but, to do him justice, he did not turn a 

 hair, or alter the tone of his voice. All he said was, 

 " Good luck to you, Capting. That will be all 

 right ! " 



Then I undeceived him, and he heaved a gentle 

 sigh of relief. I have much to say about Dornroschen 

 and her remarkable achievements ; but must leave the 

 subject over for future exploitation, simply recording 

 here and now the fact that she won the Nottingham 

 Handicap (1000) as a three-year-old^ ridden by Morny 

 Cannon and carrying 8 stone 10 Ibs. In so doing 

 she cut the time record for a mile, previously held by 

 the bold Bendigo, when as a five-year-old he won the 

 " Lincolnshire " with only 8 stone 5 Ibs. up ! 



" Some " filly, this daughter of Prism, eh ? For 

 nine years she held the record, and then it was lowered 

 by Wallace Johnson's Harrow at Lingfield. 



The last of these strange eventful histories of 

 matches materialized under the following circum- 

 stances. My friend, Sir James Duke, " owed me 

 one." Had I not intervened between his well-backed 

 favourite (on two occasions) and the winning post, on 

 my trusty old Weasel ? 



In a certain race, to wit, the Kempton Cup, there 

 were three runners only ; viz. Sir J. Blundell Maple's 

 Macuncas, Mr. B. L. Cooper's Blankney, and Sly 



