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A Short Head 



the jockey on the favourite, a length in front, turned 

 round to look at his followers —welcome sight ! Few 

 things in racing are so delightful as that turn of the 

 head on the part of the jockey whose mount we have 

 backed. 



' Oh, I say, damn it ! Bowsprit's winning after all. 

 We're done, old chap ! What an ass I was to be put off ! 



That turn of the He 



I hieic it was good. Just like my luck. No ? By Jove ! 

 look ! the other's coming. He'll get up ! High Street 

 wins ! Go it, High Street ! We're all right, the favourite's 

 beat ! ' 



So indeed it seemed. Ball was hard at work on 

 Bowsprit ; Netter on High Street had vainly sought an 

 opening, but had found a way through just in time and 

 was overhauling the favourite rapidly. It was indeed an 



