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maker who had laid all the others and kept 

 Tittlebat to run for him, 'I'll back Tittlebat 

 to lose Independent at any distance from two 

 miles to six.' 



' You will have an opportunity of doing so 

 to-morrow,' said Reginald, who was at that 

 moment passing from the weighing to the 

 dressing room. ' They will meet to-morrow in 

 the Hunters' Race, and my horse puts up a 

 penalty.' 



' I will bet you a level monkey he beats 

 yours, sir — best of one, two, three.' 



' Done ! ' said Reginald. ' We will give 

 each other a run of course. My present inten- 

 tion is to run my horse. It is just possible, 

 however, that Tittlebat may be none the better 

 for his fall.' 



' Of course, sir,' responded the bookmaker. 

 ' Both to start — best of one, two, three, for five 

 hundred pounds. Now look here, sir,' said he, 

 taking Reginald on one side, ' I know all about 

 this Tittlebat ; I backed him for the Captain. 

 He is not well enough to be here, but I shall 



