8o Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



Galloway going again. The agony of that moment was 

 something quite too terrible to bear. We fled the 

 course and hid ourselves in our rooms at Gee's Hotel, 

 where we strove to quench with strong waters the 

 burning thoughts that consumed us. Towards mid- 

 night my friend arose, seized me by the arm and said, 

 " We'll make a match." We tumbled into a ^icca garee 

 and drove off to the 4th Hussar mess to find the owner 

 of the hated Arab Chief We got into the compound 

 just in time to hear the last bars of the National Anthem 

 played by the band. The astonished Hussars met us 

 with hospitable offers of refreshments ; but we abruptly 

 told them that Caliph must be revenged, and that we'd 

 match him against the bay Arab at the handicap 

 weights ; in fact, we'd gladly give him 5 lbs. just to 

 show what we thought of things in general. Our 

 impulsive challenge was gladly accepted ; we had 

 more drink, and departed to our respective beds 

 entirely satisfied with ourselves, as we had a right 

 to be ; for next day, Caliph, ridden by Jack Irving 

 beat Arab Chief with consummate ease for Rs.500 a 

 .side. Jack won at this meeting the half-mile handicap 

 for us on Ranclagh against Mr. Collins' Lucknow and 

 some other-s. This was one of the best ridden races 



