SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



a rattling chance of winning the St. Leger, provided 

 Paul Jones kept well. On the following Tuesday I 

 went to the Warwick races, and met Mr. Harry 

 Steel. "Billy Marshall," I said, "has offered me 

 5000 to 25 against Paul Jones for the Leger, and so 

 has Stephenson." 



" Well, I shouldn't take the bets. I think it's 

 all the odds against him." 



" Now, Steel, don't make a mistake. I've scarcely 

 left that horse since Brighton. This time I've seen 

 that he is trained." And I told him the trial. 



Steel was well aware that when I laid myself out 

 for a coup I was not in the habit of practising self-de- 

 ception, and his grave face became more thoughtful. 



" I'm so satisfied," I added, " that I want you to 

 put me a thousand pounds on." 



" You didn't take those bets ? " 



" No." 



"Bight. I'll manage the business. You attend to 

 the horse." 



I did not again meet Steel, or hear from him, tih 

 I saw him in the Subscription Booms at Doncaster. 



" I've done that for you," he said. " You have 

 37,000 to 1000." 



Fordham, who had been engaged for Formosa, 

 begged off, as it was common property she was 

 not herself, in order to ride Paul Jones, at 



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