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the heads of packed humanity. When " off " was 

 signalled on the brazen bugle I shouted to my cousin : 



" D it, Ted, I'm fixed here ; what's happening ? 



What shall I back ? " His reply came clear and 

 concise, *' Back Euclid; he got off well and is nicely 

 placed on the rails ! " 



" Take you twenty-two ponies Euclid," I yelled 

 to Fry, who was within earshot. 



" Lay you twenties, Capting," came the leviathan's 

 reply. 



** Not good enough 1 " 



Then from Ted — 



" Take twenties, Cockie, take any -price, Euclid is 

 going better'n anything. He'll win ! " 



" Take you twenties to a pony, Fry ! " 



" Too late, too late, Capting ! they're near home 

 now. Lay you eights ! " 



The yelling and shouting began, and presently 

 the field flashed by. I could see nothing but the caps 

 of the riders. Then there was a sudden hush as the 

 numbers were hoisted. 



" What's won ? " I asked a guy who was squeezed 

 against me. 



** Look at the number board, guv'nor 1 " was the 

 non-committal reply. 



I could see the erection all right, and hoisted in the 



winning slot a big and conspicuous " 9." 



What's 9 ? " I asked. 



Look at your card ! " 



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