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the better of " Eiff," took up his whip and threatened 

 " Trovador " with it, close to " Riff's " head. Instantly 

 he tried to bolt again, but we were now safely past the 

 turn, and I was able to let go the reins with one hand, 

 and hit him two or three such stinging strokes with the 

 whip across the side of his face and neck as very speedily 

 put him straight. 



The race was only for five furlongs, and that distance 

 does not allow much time in which to retrieve a mis- 

 chance. Everett had quite two lengths to the good 

 before we were fairly ready to fight out the finish, and, in 

 addition, he had 16 lb. advantage in weight. A capital 

 struggle between the two horses resulted in the victory of 

 " Trovador " by half a length ; the third being beaten 

 several lengths. " Riff's " trainer was in a great state of 

 excitement, and full of congratulations, and the horse 

 never tried to bolt again. In the weighing-room after- 

 wards, Everett said to me, " You ought to have won, 

 sir, but I could not help thinking of your race on 

 ' Solitario ' last autumn, and I thought I would try it on 

 ' Riff" when I saw you had straightened him." What is 

 sauce for the goose, is undoubtedly sauce for the gander 

 too, so there was nothing to do but to make the best 

 of it! 



