REGALIA 



was all over. A little farther on, however, Hux- 

 table began to ride Chippenham, and no sooner 

 did Regalia hear the whip than slie dashed through 

 her horses and took the lead in the straiglit. 

 Being so well acquainted with her little pecuhari- 

 ties, Heartfield knew that it was useless to pull 

 her about, the only chance being to let her have 

 her own way, the natural result of her ill-timed 

 effort being that she had shot her bolt as they 

 went up the hill. Her week's work at Ascot was 

 a very remarkable one. On the Tuesday she 

 formed one of a field of nine for the Gold Vase, 

 for which JNIoulsey was a red-hot favourite, and as 

 much as 9 to 1 was obtainable about Mr. Graham's 

 representative. However, as they rounded the 

 bend into the straight, Heartfield found that he 

 had nothing to beat but Mail Train — " 66 to 1 

 Mail Train " he was generally called, those being 

 the stereotyped odds at which he figured in the 

 quotations for innumerable handicaps. Well know- 

 ing the partiality Regalia had for running wide 

 of her field, and that she was almost certain to 

 turn it up if anything got alongside her and she 

 lieard the whip going, Heartfield did not hug the 

 rails, but came out a little towards the middle of 

 the course. To his annoyance Tom Cannon, who 

 was riding Mail Train, did the same thing, so he 

 edged more out. Cannon still following, and the 

 result of this little game was that the two gradually 

 slanted clean across the course, and finished locked 

 together right under the judge's box ! All the 

 way up the straight Cannon's whip was going 

 unceasingly, though, in all probability, his boot 

 received a good deal more of it than did Mail 

 Train, and poor Heartfield could only sit still and 

 suffer, feeling his mount gradually curhng up under 

 him, and knowing that the smallest attempt to 



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