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heat in Voltigeur's St. Leger, when the 

 crowd pressed on to the course from the 

 Red House bend, and left to all appearance 

 scarcely a four yards space for the two 

 horses. Poor Bobby Hill's state of mind 

 was wondrous to mark. He had been 

 dreadfully put out, because some of the 

 crowd had ironically advised him to put 

 brandy into the water which he had brought 

 for his horse from Richmond, and had even 

 gone so far as to allude to the honoured cow 

 which had been specially put into the Turf 

 Tavern box to air it overnight. Burning 

 with revenge, he had stationed himself close 

 by the Judge's chair to hear his doom, and 

 even then his admiring friends would not 

 let him alone. ' He's beat, Mr. Hill,' ex- 

 claimed one of them, as the vast crowd 

 closed in behind the competing twain below 

 the distance, and the roar of a hundred and 

 fifty thousand iron lungs rent the air. ' Is 

 'er beat ? ' retorted the little man, skipping 

 frantically upwards to obtain a good line of 

 sight — ' Ye maun't tell me; ye maun't tell 

 me! I knaws 'im better — Job's a coming.' 

 Sure enough Job was coming with a ven- 



