272 CHASING AND RACING 



" Seven hundred to four on St. Simon, Mr. Harding 

 Cox." 



You may imagine my feelings during the pre- 

 liminaries, but they were as nothing to those I suffered 

 during the race. When the small field swung out of 

 the Swinley Bottom and came thundering up the 

 straight, Archer, on the favourite, seemed lost in 

 admiration of the neat polish of his tops. He sat as 

 still as a statue. All the other jockeys were either 

 niggling or hard at work. St. Simon sailed past the 

 post with his ears cocked, but I was not really happy 

 until the " all right " was signalled. 



I was nearly 100 to the good, and as my luck was 

 evidently in, I had a go on the Friday, and having 

 backed the winner of The Wokingham (at a nice price), 

 and dear old Corrie Roy for The Alexandra Plate, I 

 went home rejoicing. 



Here endeth my reminiscences as far as racing and 

 hunting are concerned. 



