TOD SLOAN 



I slipped round that soup-plate course and I won it 

 right enough. 



But I never saw that five hundred pounds. Mr 

 Atherton Brown sent me a silver cigarette-case, and I 

 daresay he never heard of his friend's promise to me, 

 and certainly never authorised it. 



I didn't bet on that race ; in fact I had given up 

 betting. It's all very well — and I'm not saying this 

 to kick against the rules — but a jockey has to live, and 

 I would repeat at the risk of boring the reader that I 

 never charged any expenses, any valets' fares, nor a 

 shilling for riding gallops. Winning and losing fees 

 sometimes do not amount to enough to pay all the 

 cost of travelling at racing prices. I don't know what 

 I should have got over Roughside if he had dead 

 heated ! Some of my readers may work that out for 

 themselves. 



On Disguise II. in the Derby I had no chance although 

 he was third, for the simple reason that he had no pre- 

 tensions to stay a mile and a half. Joe Chamberlain, 

 which finished second with me in the Manchester Cup, 

 was hardly a race -horse at all and he was up against a 

 good filly, the Oaks winner La Roche. 



In the Middle Park Plate in the autumn Orchid was 

 a great horse for pace but had no idea of staying ; he 

 was a rattle-brained animal and one had to fight him 

 all the time to place him. He turned out a good 

 sprinter afterwards, but that's all I ever thought he 

 would do. 



All these events led up to the time in the autumn 

 when Codoman and I became acquainted. The 

 association with this horse brought about so much 

 trouble that it is with some feeling I approach the 

 story concerning him. I cannot but think that the 

 incidents surrounding everything in the race, the bet- 



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