1 90 In Scarlet and Silk 



the story-books say, down lie went, over his 

 horse's shoulder, leaving the wretched man in 

 front to o'o on and win, nolens volens. 



II 



As instancing the calm and beautiful w^ay in 

 which some owners expect you to risk your 

 life for the "honour and glory" of the thing 

 and their peculiar benefit, I may mention a 

 case that happened to me at a Hunt Steeple- 

 chase meeting some years back. I was just 

 getting " clothed and in my right mind " 

 after riding in the first race, when an excited 

 gentleman whom, to the best of my belief, I 

 had never even seen before in my life, came 

 up to me and said — 



" My jockey has failed me, and I've got 

 two horses running here this afternoon. Will 

 you ride for me ? " 



I asked which they were, and he told 

 me. Then with the utmost sang-froid he 

 added — 



" I don't think, as a matter of fact, that 



