SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



" No. But if you want to back one I don't fancy 

 I'll lay you a fair price." 



** Well, the Truth gelding." 



" Oh, I'll lay that one. 1000 to 30." 



" No. Forty ponies." 



''Eight." 



"Forty fifties." 



"Yes." 



"Forty hundreds." 



" No. Forty fifties will be enough." 



At night I wrote to Mr. Swindell, informing him of 

 the bets, and, in accordance with the custom between 

 us, I expected an answer, saying whether I should "get 

 out " or " hold on." But he never dropped me a line, 

 and purposely kept out of my way till the Sunday 

 night before the Cesarewitch. In the meanwhile there 

 had been a tremendous backing of the Truth gelding, 

 and I had a sorry -looking book. On the day named 

 he walked into my rooms at Mr. Heavens's house at 

 Newmarket. I said, "Well, Fred, you here! This 

 is nice treatment. You've neither answered my 

 letters nor spoken to me since Doncaster." 



"Well, lad, I've not been very well." 



"But your d d horse seems all right. And 



I've been nicely carted." 



" Well, lad," he answered, " I'll lay thee nineteen 



ponies." 



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