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Some of Jackson's friends who subsequently knew 

 about it chaffed him awfully, so when he saw me 

 later on at Brighton, he came up and said : 



" Cus, what did you do with that ball last week ?" 

 Immediately I turned round, and said : 

 " I sent it back to the place where you got the 

 broomstick from, as I thought they ought to go 

 together, and the next time you make a match with 

 us, and try any of your games, just remember that 

 two can play at them." 



He never mentioned the matter afterwards. 

 Having spoken of George Fordham, I must now 

 say something about his great rival, poor Fred 

 Archer. Many strong arguments still take place 

 regarding which was the better horseman, and 

 doubtless these discussions will continue. They 

 were two men totally different both in build and 

 seat. Fordham was very short, and rode short ; 

 whilst Archer was very tall, and rode extra long. 

 Neither of them had the graceful seat of Tom 

 Cannon, who was the happy medium, but, still, they 

 were both fine horsemen. Archer had nerves of 

 iron, beautiful hands, a good head, and an extra- 

 ordinary eye for seeing what other horses were 

 doing in a race. Doubtless the reporters will 

 support me in saying that poor Fred was about the 



