"My book is made up," said Egremont; "and I stand or fall by
Caravan."

"And I."

"And I."

"And I."

"Well, mark my words," said a fourth, rather solemnly, "Rat-
trap wins."

"There is not a horse except Caravan," said Lord Milford, "fit
for a borough stake."

"You used to be all for Phosphorus, Egremont," said Lord
Eugene de Vere.

"Yes; but fortunately I have got out of that scrape. I owe
Phip Dormer a good turn for that. I was the third man who
knew he had gone lame."

"And what are the odds against him now."

"Oh! nominal; forty to one,--what you please."

"He won't run," said Mr Berners, "John Day told me he had
refused to ride him."

"I believe Cockie Graves might win something if Phosphorus