My Racing Adventures 



fact that it was not absolutely necessary for me 

 to give the other fellow a walk over, which is 

 often as unromantic as a miss in baulk. Why 

 not weigh in with my own modest contribution ? 

 He was evidently thinking of another thrilling 

 storyette — for, like most great talkers, he was 

 a great liar in a general way — so I made play 

 as follows, striving not to rush my fences : 



" I once rode in a 2-mile race here when 

 the 'going' was rather heavy, and my mount 

 was not quite fit or clean inside, his respiration 

 being difficult towards the finish, whilst his sides 

 heaved. Returning, covered in steam, to the 

 paddock, I asked a colleague identified with the 

 training business what he thought of my noisy 

 steed. ' Well,' he made answer, ' I went up to 

 examine him rather unsteadily, for I had been 

 carousing with dear friends who go a strong 

 gallop all the way, when he turned his head, 

 b-blowing so hard that he b-blew me down ! ' : 



"You are getting better, Arthur," observed 

 my frivolous associate, after I had unburdened 

 my mind of that veracious anecdote. " All you 

 want now is to tell the tale in a bank when the 

 chief cashier is absent and the gold deposits have 

 been placed under your sole control. You would 

 not," he added facetiously, " be charged with — 



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