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anxiously to hear the result of the interview, when 

 back came " Speedy." On inquiry, we found the 

 following conversation had taken place. I will let 

 "Speedy" tell his own tale: "They says to me: 

 ' Can you explain your riding the horse ' Peignoir ' 

 in the last race ?' I turns round and says : ' My 

 lords, dukes, and admirals, all I say is, when I wins 

 a race, they says nothing ; when I loses a race, they 

 says I pulls. I simply arx you, gennamen, if you 

 was a horse dead beat, would you like your insides 

 whipped out ?' " Whether or not this eccentric 

 answer caused the stewards to dismiss the case, I 

 can't say, but I know it caused a great amount of 

 amusement amongst the gentlemen and racing 

 public, and nothing more was said about it at the 

 time. 



Jockey Norman, or " Post-boy," as he was 

 familiarly called, was a very old-fashioned chap, and 

 quite an oddity in his way. I believe he began life 

 as a post-boy at Burghley, the seat of the Marquis 

 of Exeter, near Stamford, but afterwards went to 

 Harlock's stables, at Newmarket. He got on very 

 well, and started riding for the late Lord Exeter, 

 and afterwards became his first jockey. Norman 

 rode ' Stockwell ' in the Two Thousand Guineas, 

 the Epsom Derby, and St. Leger, winning the 



