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Voltigeurs trainer did not know quite as much of his business as he might 

 have done, in spite of his enthusiasm ; and he was actually going to put the colt 

 into a stable, give him a feed of corn, and let him rest after the first race. Luckily, 

 one of the horse's backers, unable to make any impression on the excited trainer, 

 saw John Scott talking to Sir William Milner. The verdict was instantaneous. 

 " Keep him walking about the whole time until he runs for the deciding heat. 

 That was what I did with Charles XII. after he had run a dead heat with Euclid 

 eleven years ago." Luckily, the advice was taken ; and the treatment turned out 

 as successful as it had done before. 



Even greater was the excitement on Cup Day, when Fobert sent Lord Eglinton's 

 Flying Dutchman to do battle with Lord Zetland's crack, and the only race I can 

 compare with this in our time was that memorable July day at Sandown, when 

 Rock Sand, who had won the Derby, ran against Sceptre, the best mare of 1902, 

 and Ard Patrick, who had beaten her in the only one of the five classic races 

 she had lost. Both The Flying Dutchman, who carried 8st. I2lb., and was 

 four years old, and the three-year-old Voltigeur, who ran under 7st., had won 

 the Derby and Leger of their respective years ; but those who laid 6 to i 

 on the older horse could not have known of the tremendous gallop Fobert 

 had given him on Thursday over the Cup Course. For the first time in his life, 

 The Dutchman refused his food and was irritable at exercise. Bobby Hill's ideas 

 of training Voltigeur had been that when his neck was reduced he would be fittest ; 

 but even two hoods all summer could not do that, and the horse would sweat week 

 after week with 1 2-st. lad and all on his back, until his trainer, who gum-bandaged 

 nearly every horse he had, could say proudly, "His legs and feet, my lord, is 

 like hiron ; " and as Doncaster drew near the only phrase that would express 

 Bob's feelings was, " He's going tremendious slap! " 



Fobert, however, knew enough to be nervous, and warned Marlow to wait 

 on the three-year-old till they had got round the Red House corner and were 

 within six furlongs of home. But the jockey was too elated to remember any 

 instructions. He rushed away, and passed the stand for the first time at a 

 terrific pace. Nat Flatman rode Lord Zetland's winner beautifully, and waited to 

 close with his rival till a little below the distance. Marlow, sobered at last 

 with sheer excitement, found, to his unutterable dismay, that all the steel was out 

 of his horse, and Nat, who had been given the mount because Job M arson could 

 not ride the weight, just won by a neck. For the first time, and the only 



