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" Yes. Here we are," Eaughton replied. 

 ** Regimental Cup, value sixty guineas, added to 



a sweepstakes Shall we have a sweep ? 



Ten each ? Twenty each ? A pony ? " 



"Ten's enough, I should think," Crossley 

 observed, with much sedateness. 



" No ; why not a pony ? It's sure to be an 

 open race," Purleigh suggested. 



" You know you're going to cut us all down 

 and sail in by yourself, Purl. However, let's say 

 twenty pounds," Eaughton answered. " Well, 

 what do you say, Chief ? Bay Bessie ? " 



" Yes. She's my only hope," the Colonel 

 replied. 



" She's done it before, and may again," 

 Eaughton said, heading the list with " Colonel 

 "VVrayliete's Bay i3essie. Usual weights, I 

 suppose — 6 years, 12st. 71b. ? Cunninghame, 

 what have you ? — Equinox ? Equinox, 5 years, 

 12st. 51bs. I'll put down Chatelaine for myself, 

 though she can't have a ghost of a chance." 



One or two refusals to enter followed from 

 men who declared they had nothing that could 

 raise a gallop, and presently Crossley was 

 reached. 



*' What do you say, Crossley ? " Eaughton 

 asked. 



" I'm afraid you must pass me over, too," was 



