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"You stuck on gamely," they replied, "especially in that scramble round the far turn. I thought you'd come off."
"Couldn't if I'd tried," replied Tom, wagging his head. "There wasn't room to fall."
"It's a good job you didn't try," they answered.
"A hundred guineas for the veteran, Larry," said Travers, coming up to where O'Lochlan stood fondling the sagacious creature, of whose coat scarcely a hair was turned.
"Not a thousand," was the reply. "Not another horse in the country could ride itself like that to win."
"I beg your pardon," demurred Tom, "I rode the race. And won it too!"
