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start. Away went ' Prince Rupert,' and before we 

 had gone a quarter of a mile had a ten lengths' lead, 

 and came right through the last opening about a 

 quarter of a mile from home. All the front horses, 

 thinking pursuit hopeless, were pulling up. I kept 

 riding along, and when I passed Fordham and 

 Cannon, they said : 



" Where are you going ?" 



"To catch the train," I said. 



But seeing the horse in front switching his tail, 

 and trying to stop, I kept on. When I got inside 

 the distance — I presume most of my readers know 

 Stockbridge racecourse has one of the most severe 

 finishes in England — ' Prince Rupert ' was at least 

 six lengths in front. Still, I kept riding on the off- 

 chance of his stopping, and I kept getting a little 

 nearer, although my three-year-old with 1 1 st. 6 lb. 

 to carry had had nearly enough. Mr. Trewent 

 suddenly looked round, thought he saw me coming, 

 and up went his whip. The first time he hit ' Prince 

 Rupert ' he kicked, the next time he half stopped, and 

 eventually he altogether stopped, and turned side- 

 ways to kick within half a length of the winning-post, 

 which was the distance Judge Clarke gave in favour 

 of ' Liverpool.' I afterwards caught the train, and 

 I shall never forget Mr. Dawson's surprise when I 



