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"Well ridden, sir!" says the gentleman "Couldn't have done it

better e, by George you couldn't!" answered a voice

"Must take a run down to Brighton, Mr--Mr--ah, yes--Beverley

Show you soratulate you, sir Must see more of you!"

Then, still as one in a dreaain, sees Martin at

"The Terror's" bridle, and is led back, through a pushing, jostling

throng all eager to behold the winner, and thus, presently finds

himself once more in the quiet of the paddock behind the "White Hart"

inn

Stiffly and painfully he descends fro, beholds a hurdle set in the shade

of a tree, and upon the hurdle the long, liers kneeling beside him

"Ah, Beverley!" said he faintly "Glad you beat Carnaby, he--crowded

one,