48 A Good Day 



a tenner on ; but Joe thinks he's sure to win with 

 his." 



* " It ran badly last time it was out, didn't it ? What 

 happened at Newmarket ? " continued Wennington. 



* " It was left," the old gentleman answ^ered. '* Ours 

 has a chance, but it isn't a good thing, I'm afraid. It's 

 behind the one that ran yesterday." 



* " That can't win, then, I should think. Thank you 

 very much," Wennington observed, as his friend strolled 

 on his way, " I know that Joe's was w^ell tried before he 

 ran at the last Newmarket meeting," he continued to me. 

 " You'd better stick to that one, I think ; I shall ; but 

 don't have much on. It's rather an uncertain race." 



* " But — wait a second — which is Joe's ? " I asked, as 

 he saw another friend in the distance, and was about to 

 set off after him, as one has to do if one wants to avoid 

 missing a man in a crowd. Still I was determined to 

 arrive at something this time. 



* ''Why, there — that chesnut mare ! " he replied, and 

 he was gone. 



* What was the summary of my inspiration this time ? 

 That Joe's w^ould win ; and I hopefully turned to my 

 card to find out which was Joe's. The quest proved 

 vain ! There was Mr. T. Cannon's b. c. Mischievous, and 

 I had a vague idea that this was the Danebury horse to 

 which allusion had been made. From some dim corner 

 of my memory, too, I garnered the faint recollection 

 that T. Cannon had a brother named Joseph, who trained 

 horses ; but there was no Mr. J. Cannon — no other 

 Mr. Cannon at all — on the card. Yet a chesnut mare 

 had been pointed out to me by Wennington as "Joe's." 

 As a matter of fact there were tw^o chesnut mares 

 walking the circle with other horses ; one of them was 



