ORMONDE'S TWO THOUSAND 105 



Minting stable were not singular in their confidence. 

 The Saraband party were equally flattered by their 

 estimate of the outlook. Such a race as Ormonde's 

 Two Thousand admits of little description. It was 

 essentially an Eclipse exploit. He won the whole 

 of the way in a manner which scattered all the 

 stable tactics, all the trainers' orders which had 

 been issued for the direction of his rivals in the 

 field, to the winds. To ensure a strong-run race 

 for the Kingsclere flyer, Viney, who was on 

 Ormonde's stable companion, Coracle, was ad- 

 jured ' to come on as fast as ever he could.' As 

 it chanced, that exemplary jockey never had so 

 much as ' a look in.' He showed no alacrity 

 in getting down to his horses, and when he was 

 within about fifty yards of the starting post 

 he stopped, to the extreme annoyance of Lord 

 Marcus Beresford, who sternly commanded him to 

 make haste and take his proper place with the rest 

 of the field. ' What is the use of me coming down 

 there,' exclaimed Viney, ' if I have to make running 

 for Ormonde? 1 If this act of temporary insubordi- 

 nation was culpable, there was reason in it from the 

 mutineer's point of view, as the sequel proved. In 

 point of fact, he never made any of the running, 

 and he was certainly done with before he had gone 

 fifty yards. Ormonde took despotic command of the 

 situation, sped forward — ' galloped over everything ' 

 — on his own independent account, and won in a 

 canter by a couple of lengths. 



Ormonde won the Derby, as the Two Thousand 



