2o6 HARK FORRARD! 



autumn morning it was too. Fortitude, with 

 Bowman up, had a couple of canters, and came 

 in for a lot of admiration ; in fact, the touts 

 unhesitatingly pronounced him to be the pick 

 of the basket. 



' There,' said Mr. Tryall, as the horse pulled 

 up after his canter, ' you will come sound to the 

 post at all events.' 



Reginald Miller had taken the precaution to 

 put some sandwiches in his pocket, also a flask, 

 and on the way from the town moor to the 

 stables he indulged in a glass of rum and milk. 



' Now, sir,' said Mr. Tryall, after the horse's 

 toilet had been completed, ' if you've no objec- 

 tion I will lock him up now, and leave him 

 quiet till it is time for him to start for the 

 course this afternoon.' 



' Now look here, Tryall, I am so intensely 

 anxious about this race that I don't mean to 

 leave the horse till Bowman gets on his back.' 

 Tryall's face alone was enough to make Regi- 

 nald feel quite sure that what he proposed to do 

 was absolutely necessary. 



' Do you doubt me, sir ? ' stammered Tryall ; 



