Jack Irving. 8i 



I have ever seen. Irving knowing what a game horse 

 the handsome son of Peeping Tom was, began to ride 

 him at the quarter of a mile post, as, carrying top 

 weight, he had to do all he knew to keep alongside 

 Lucknow, to whom he was giving a lot of weight. 

 Although Mr. Collins' horse had drawn clear of Rane- 

 lagh a hundred yards from home, Jack took a pull 

 for a few strides, then sat down, and with a couple 

 of cuts of his whip, which sounded like two pistol 

 shots, landed him a winner by a short head. Never 

 have I seen a grander horseman then Jack Irving 

 when at his best. Before he went out to India, many 

 years ago, he was one of the best light weights in 

 John Scott's stable. 



Some months after that Meerut meeting, Cook 

 accidentally shot himself. He was a quiet, unassuming 

 lad, and would have made, had he lived, a good name 

 for himself, as he could ride a big horse well. 



