258 CHASING AND RACING 



" But I haven't got a card ! " Then I awoke ! 



The whole dream was of the greatest clarity, and 

 the incidents positively meticulous. There were none 

 of those absurd complications and transformations 

 which, as a rule, render dreams as the hallucinations of 

 a lunatic, or the observations of a victim of D.T. I 

 was fully awake. I got out of bed and scribbled on a 

 slip of paper, " Euclid, No. 9.'' I looked at my watch, 

 it was 2.2s a-ni- The race was due to be run at 

 3.30 p.m. Then I returned to bed and fell into a 

 dreamless slumber. 



Next day on arriving at Waterloo station en route 

 for Kempton, in feverish haste I bought and scanned 

 the card. Euclid WAS No. 9 / 



I entered the train, and the first person to greet me 

 was ** Nigger '* Duncan, Euclid's owner. I told him 

 my dream. " Well, I fancy the little horse,*' he con- 

 fided, " and have backed him ; but on the strength 

 of your dream, old Cockie, I shall have another 

 hundred on." 



As all the world knows, Euclid won ; but I was 

 not hemmed in ; on the contrary, I had an excellent 

 view of the race, and incidentally enriched my banking 

 account very considerably. 



I must confess that from the time the weights 

 were declared I had a strong fancy for the horse, 

 and his name was among the half-dozen that I had 

 ticked off as likely propositions. Now comes the 

 sequel. 



