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Tittlebat and Vittoria ran a dead beat. Thus 

 ended one of the grandest steeplechases that 

 had ever been witnessed. The papers next day 

 were full of the masterly way in which Eeginald 

 had timed his finish. 



' I am afraid Wadding is very badly hurt,' 

 said Acton to Reginald, as he rode into the 

 paddock. ' They say he has concussion of the 

 brain and two ribs broken. They are going to 

 take him to the Infirmary. Serve the beggar 

 right, though, if it had killed him. I saw his 

 little game through my glasses as plain as a 

 pikestaflf.' 



' Come, come, Alfred, we can afford to be 

 generous now. Whatever he may have intended 

 the poor chap has come off badly enough in all 

 conscience, if he is as bad as you say.' 



' Right you are ; precious few fellows are like 

 you, though. What a ripping race you rode ! 

 You can lick your old master now. Do you 

 remember when I began to teach you on little 

 Dandy, the chestnut pony ? You were always ^. 

 capital hand at getting away, but you always 



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