SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



exposure of the horse. But Mr. Clark persisted in 

 his purpose. 



" It's madness," I said. 



" Madness or not, he runs," was the answer. 



" Well, let me give the orders. If he is placed 

 there will be no getting a shilling on him for the 

 Cesarewitch." It was agreed that I should give 

 Ben Bartholomew his instructions, and these briefly 

 were that if he couldn't win — and a nice chance he 

 had with West Australian ! — he was not to knock 

 the colt about. " Ben," who frequently rode for 

 me, obeyed his orders to the letter, and informed me 

 afterwards that though by no possibility could he 

 have been placed, he could have finished fourth. 

 This made it plain that under, I think 6st. 7lb., 

 Mr. Sykes could not reasonably be beaten for the 

 Cesarewitch. 



Still, to make assurance doubly sure a trial was 

 determined upon, I lending Tobolski for the spin, in 

 which Missive and Winter also took part. The trial 

 came off one pouring wet Saturday at Newmarket, 

 the finish being adjacent to the Bushes. Only one 

 " tout " saw the spin, and as he had to lie prone in 

 a turnip field under a pitiless deluge, most of the 

 company thought he had earned his information, 

 though Mr. Clark wished to borrow a horse to 

 gallop him down. [This " tout," by the way, turned 



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