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Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902

"Rujub, the Juggler"

No, Doctor, I won't have any names mentioned,
but I am right, am I not?"
"He was a dull specimen, certainly," the Doctor said, "but I think
you are a little too sweeping."
"I don't mean all good looking men, of course, but men who what I
call go in for being good looking. I don't know whether you know
what I mean. What are you smiling at, Mr. Wilson?"
"I was thinking of two or three men I know to whom your description
applies, Miss Hannay; but I must be going--they are just going
to start the next race, and mine is the one after, so I must go
and get ready. You wish me success, don't you?"
"I wish you all the success you deserve. I can't say more than
that, can I?"
"I am afraid that is saying very little," he laughed. "I don't
expect to win, but I do hope I shall beat Richards, because he is
so cock sure he will beat me."
This wish was not gratified. The first and second horses made
a close race of it; behind them by ten or twelve lengths came the
other horses in a clump, Wilson and Richards singling themselves
out in the last hundred yards and making a desperate race for the
third place, for which they made a dead heat, amid great laughter
from their comrades.
"That is excellent," Major Hannay said; "you won't see anything
more amusing than that today, girls. The third horse simply saved
his stake, so that as they will of course divide, they will have
paid twenty-five rupees each for the pleasure of riding, and the
point which of their tats is the fastest remains unsettled.


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