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go. Make out your account at once, and under- 

 stand that hencefortli you are no longer trainer 

 of mine. Do you mean to go quietly, or must 

 I kick you out ? ' 



Tryall saw that unless he took his departure 

 the action would be suited to the word. He 

 accordingly went off, muttering, and vowing 

 vengeance. Reginald Miller then beckoned to 

 the boy, who had been hovering in the distance, 

 and told him to bring the horse's food and 

 water. There was no doubt about it. Tryall 's 

 game was to ' stop the horse in the stable,' as it 

 is called, by keeping him on terribly short 

 commons, and now that the poor brute was 

 absolutely ravenous, to let him gorge himself 

 with both food, water, and bedding till he 

 couldn't beat a donkey. After a few minutes' 

 confab with Bowman it was decided, as there 

 were more than eight hours to the race, to give 

 him a bucket of water and a full feed now, and 

 later on another very light feed and a few 

 swallows of water. Meanwhile the discomfited 

 Mr. Tryall at once proceeded to the quarters of 



