SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



anyway you can aiFord to send us some whisky out 

 of the stakes." 



" So I will." And he took the addresses of Morris 

 and myself. I met Morris later, when he asked, 

 " Did you get any whisky from Graham ? " 



" Oh, yes ! An eighteen-gallon cask." 



" A what ? Why, the old skinflint only sent me a 

 two-gallon jar." 



I laughed. "Well, Tubby, that's all he sent me, 

 I hope it won't break his heart." 



By running second in the St. Leger I incurred a 

 6 lb. penalty for the Cesare witch — an unfair arrange- 

 ment that no longer prevails. Still, Paul Jones was 

 even then in receipt of 15 lb. from Blue Gown, and I 

 put 500 so vs. on. To my dismay the horse, indubi- 

 tably one of the finest stayers of his year, walked In 

 with the crowd. That bit of running never was 

 explained, and I cannot explain it now ; all I know 

 is that Jackson did the financial work for me. He 

 was standing by me on Leger day, and remarked, 

 " Your horse will nearly win the Cesare witch." 



" He must have a chance," I said. 



"Shall I back it for you?" 



"Yes. Put me 500 on." 



The thing was done on the spur of the moment, 

 but I afterwards reflected that I might, without 

 travelling far, have selected somebody in whom I 



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