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He was a horrible sight with his leg broken off short ; 

 in fact the stump was sticking in the ground. How 

 he had gone on for even that extra hundred and twenty 

 yards I don't know. But a horse with his blood up 

 will stick to it without apparently feeling anything. 

 When I got off his back he began munching the 

 grass ! 



I was terribly upset at the sight of the poor beast, 

 and it is beyond question — ^and future generations 

 should believe me when I say this — that I was never 

 more certain then or now that I had another horse 

 positively beaten than I was that day about Flying 

 Fox. There wouldn't have been a close finish even ; 

 for, as I have said, I was going so easily, and there 

 was any amount left in M. de Bremond's horse. 



What followed is well known, the poor grey was 

 destroyed in a quiet field soon after. 



M. de Bremond took it all in a very sporting spirit 

 and agreed with others that it was the most extra- 

 ordinary accident imaginable. It was natural for 

 Morny to think that he could have won, for Flying 

 Fox was such a wonderful horse and would struggle 

 on to the end. But there are limits even to what a 

 great horse can do, especially when he had gone well 

 over a mile before the start had taken place and 

 that quite apart from getting back to the post each 

 time. Morny and I talked it over many times after- 

 wards. 



Perhaps it would have been a shame if the better 

 horse, Flying Fox, had been beaten, but still that is 

 all in the luck of the game. Certainly it was a disaster 

 that M. de Bremond should lose an animal who would 

 have been worth twenty thousand pounds if he had 

 not broken his leg. 



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