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to speak to Carver two or three times, as he was 

 holding me very close to the rails, thinking that I 

 should pull back and let him have the inside. 

 Turning into the straight, he was leading me three 

 parts of a length, but couldn't get quite clear. Thus 

 we remained until we arrived at the Spagnoletti 

 board. 



I had been riding ' King Lud ' a long way to 

 keep my place, but had never been really hard on 

 him, as I knew it was a long journey, and that he 

 would want something to finish with. I squeezed 

 him a bit, and got just up to ' Boiard's ' girths, when 

 up went Carver's whip. He hit his horse once, and 

 he swerved, and I nearly headed him ; but he got 

 him straight again, and had beaten me quite a neck 

 until the last ten strides, when I really asked ' King 

 Lud ' the question. He answered in the most 

 generous manner possible, and Carver, again using 

 (or I might say trying to use) his whip, caused his 

 horse to swerve, while mine, running as straight as a 

 line, just got up, and won by a short neck. Many 

 people have told me since that that was the finest 

 race they ever saw ridden. My customary answer 

 is that all jockeys ride well when they win. I 

 have, however, always looked back on that race 

 myself with some sort of satisfaction ; but I think 



