CHAPTER XXII 



WHO that goes down to the racecourses in 

 trains, buses, motor cars, traps, or on 

 Shank's mare, has not heard of wonder- 

 ful dreams of winners — and losers ? 

 Some of these hallucinations are really remarkable.* 

 It fell to the writer's lot to experience a most 

 astounding somnolent forecast ; one which turned 

 out highly profitable moreover. 



It was in 1892, and the eve of the Jubilee. I had 

 been carefully studying the handicap, and had reduced 

 the number of those horses which, to my way of 

 thinking, were " possibles " to half a dozen, but could 

 not make up my mind as to which of these held the 

 winning card. I went to bed in the nuptial chamber 

 and dreamed a dream. 



I was, methought, in the members' enclosure with 



Ted Jaquet, who has figured so largely (metaphorically 



and physically) in these pages. The field cantered to 



the post, and I essayed to take up a point of vantage 



to view the contest, but found myself so crowded in 



that I could not move. Ted was more lucky, and I 



could see his expansive and genial dial beaming above 



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