1 66 THE MERRY GEE-GEE 



I spoke to Archer on Newmarket 

 heath during exercise hours the morning 

 of Sailor Prince's Cambridgeshire (that 

 was about a fortnight before his death), 

 and, upon my word, he had wasted to 

 such an extent and got so thin you could 

 as near as possible count his ribs through 

 his covert coat. Archer had laid himself 

 out with extra determination to win the 

 Cambs. on St. Mirin that day, but the 

 coup was not destined to be realized, 

 for though the "all scarlet " was 

 prominent at the red post — that well- 

 known landmark on the then Cambs. 

 course, now known as the Old Cambs. 

 course — after a desperate struggle, in 

 which Archer (in a weak state, and ham- 

 pered by a broken stirrup-leather, hardly 

 showed, it was thought, his accustomed 

 brilliancy) succumbed by a head to Sailor 

 Prince, ridden by '' Tiny " White. 



