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hand against the railing, and he repeated the bite, and this 

 time I happened to catch sight of his open mouth. 

 Instantly I saw he was a five-year-old, and it flashed across 

 me that he was entered for the races next day as a four-year- 

 old, and had been so running all that year. To make 

 perfectly certain I was right I put up my hand again, and 

 the horse repeated the " snap " as before, and then in a 

 state of excitement I sought my host, who was standing 

 just outside. Slipping my arm in his, and drawing him on 

 one side, he was made acquainted with the startling 

 discovery, and very speedily we returned to the box to 

 verify the fact. " What shall we do ? " said Davies. " Let 

 us call your brother," was my reply, he being also present, 

 and the secretary of the race meeting. " Dolly " Davies 

 was quickly called, and we gazed at one another in 

 dumfoundered silence, feeling very like a band of con- 

 spirators. In the meantime the trainer and both jockeys 

 belonging to the stable, Alfred Wood and Harry Adams, 

 were superintending the clipping, in happy ignorance of 

 what was going on in their stable a few yards only from 

 them. We all agreed that as the trainer was also a guest 

 of Davies, we must give him a hint of the discovery, and 

 then leave him to act as he thought best. But how could 

 we best do this was the question ? We could hardly 

 believe that he was unaware of the real age of the horse, 

 but under the circumstances it would be most unpleasant 

 to have an expose, and if he really did not know about it, 

 it was only kind to give him a loophole of escape. A 

 happy thought suddenly occurred to me. There had quite 

 lately been a considerable scandal about a prominent 

 owner who had knowingly run a horse of wrong age, had 

 been found out, and warned off the turf. " Suppose we 



