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can. You had better send in your cap and jacket at 

 once." 



This Wells did that very day. 



The following morning Mr. John Dawson, who 

 trained for the Count, came and asked me to ride in 

 the two-year-old race, which I did on a little horse 

 named 'Midnight Mass.' Wells was riding 'Tomato,' 

 a filly belonging to Baron Rothschild, which was a 

 great favourite. It was a tremendous race, and I 

 won by a short head. Poor old Wells exclaimed 

 directly after passing the post (he knew I had just 

 beaten him) : 



"D the thino;! I would not have been 



beaten by you to-day for ^loo." 



I said directly : "My dear Brusher, you are 

 beaten for less than half of It." 



Later on I rode and won several races for 

 Count Batthyany, and a very good and liberal 

 employer he proved himself 



Perhaps I am rather swerving from my path or 

 course, but must tell a true story to bring in what I 

 have previously alluded to as being a sore point 

 between Count Batthyany and Wells. It happened at 

 the Shrewsbury Autumn Meeting. The Count was 

 immensely fond of riding, and had tried for years to 

 win a race on his own horses, but I believe he died 



