SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



" Yes. Certainly. I want some too," returned 

 Phillips. 



"Well, we won't frighten him by going together. 

 I'll try him first, if you like, and you wait round the 

 corner." 



The shop, I may add, was in Market Street. In 

 walked Fred into the establishment, and asked "Is 

 Mr. So-and-so in ? " 



" Yes," answered a grim old typical Lancashireman. 

 " He is. I'm Mr. So-and-so." 



" Oh, you're not the man I want. He's much 

 younger." 



" Ah ! my son perhaps." 



" Yes, I think so," said Swindell. 



" And what's the nature of your business ? " 



" Well, he owes me some money. It's been owing 

 a long time, and I think it ought to be paid." 



" Ah, and what might it be owing over ? " 



"Oh, it's some bets, and I think it ought to be 

 settled." 



" You do, do you ? Well, I settle those sort of 

 accounts, and," seizing a long ebony office ruler, he 

 roared, " I settle them with this ! Now, if you're 

 not out of this place in a second I'll kick you out." 



"What did you do, Fred ? " I asked, for Swindell 

 told me the tale himself 



" La-ad," he solemnly returned, " I went out 



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