SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



had a horse named Woodlands, a four-year-old 

 chestnut colt by Nutbourne out of Whiteface. In. 

 looking over the handicaps for the Cesarewitch and 

 Cambridgeshire at the Admiral's house, 13, Berkeley 

 Square, I told him that he had Woodlands too well 

 in at 7 st. 2 lb. for the Cesarewitch. But he would 

 not listen to me, saying that Swindell was going for 

 the Cambridgeshire, in which he had given him 8 st. 

 " Well, Admiral, if I were you I should put 

 7 lb. on his back for the Cesarewitch and take 

 off 7 lb. for the Cambridgeshire. And when the 



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race is over I think you will say my views were 

 right." 



" No. I will not believe in him for the Cesare- 

 witch. Nor shall I think of him winning even with 

 7 St. 2 lb." 



Finding the Admiral wedded to his own ideas, 

 and hearing that all would be right with Woodlands, 

 I took the liberty of backing him, as a set off to the 

 laying against the Truth gelding. That day, in the 

 evening, I went to the Victoria Club, and met an 

 old friend, Bob Reece. 



" Bob," I said, " to-morrow morning — not to-night 

 — do you think you could find Charlie Bush ? " 



"Yes." 



*' Well, here are two one-hundred-pound notes. 

 Try and run against Bush early, and see what he 



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