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exhilaration at others when they have gone in good forra ; 

 though we have always borne in mind what has been 

 already remarked as to the frequent deceptiveness of 

 horses that go wonderfully well at work when they are 

 not racing. 



We shall soon know ! 



* They're coming ! ' the trainer says, gazing through 

 his glasses ; and, drawing a long breath, we strain our 

 eyes towards the advancing quartet, still too far off to be 

 made out with anything like distinctness. 



' Flowery Land is this side,' he continues. 



* Going well, too ! ' the owner adds ; but * They're all 

 going well at present,' is the trainer's reply. 



They are nearer, and we are able to note some- 

 thing that pleases us very much indeed. The rider 

 of the animal on the further side — Solomon — is already 

 at work ; and he is one of the very few who never 

 move until it is necessary. 



* Solomon's beat ! ' we proclaim, and so he is. There 

 can be no doubt about that. The other three speed on 

 towards us. Which will crack first ? 



* Flowery Land wins ! No ! — he's beaten ! ' the 

 owner cries in a breath ; his jockey is hard at work, but 

 he struggles on with bulldog courage. Strathmore's 

 lad has started riding too, and the big bay begins to 

 sprawl a bit. Meantime Harlequin is going well within 

 himself. Solomon, who had been on the right, as 

 already said, has dropped back. Harlequin's jockey 

 glances at his opponents on his left, and sees that he has 

 them safely beaten. So they pass us. 



' In a canter, by a good length,' says the trainer ; 

 ' and it won't surprise me if you've got a Derby horse, 

 sir.' 



