(7.) That your lordships may direct that she is to be kindly permitted to try her luck in this world-famous competition. (8.) That it would greatly encourage her to exhibit topmost speed if she could be allowed to start running a few minutes previously to older stagers. (9.) That if this is unfortunately contrary to regulations, then the Judge should receive secret instructions to look with a favourable eye upon the said female horse (whose name is _Milky Way_) and award her first prize, even if by any chance she may not prove quite so fast a runner as more professional hacks: And your Petitioner will ever pray on bended knees that so truly magnificent an institution as the Epsom Derby Course may never be suppressed on grounds of encouraging national vice of gambling and so forth. Signed, &c. The wording of the above proved Mr Bhosh's profound acquaintance with the human heart, for it instantaneously attained the desired end. The Honble Stewards returned a very kind answer, readily consenting to receive _Milky Way_ as a candidate for Derby honours, but regretting that it was _ultra vires_ to concede her a few minutes' start, and intimating that she must start with a scratch in company with all the other horses. Bindabun was not in the least degree cast down or depressed by this refusal of a start, since he had not entertained any sanguine hope that it would be granted, and had only inserted it to make insurance doubly sure, for he was every day more confident that _Milky Way_ was to win, even though obliged to step off with the rank and file. CHAPTER X TRUST HER NOT! SHE IS FOOLING THEE! As the Sunset flames most fiery when snuffed out by sudden night; As the Swan reserves its twitter till about to hop the twig; As the Cobra's head swells biggest just before he does his bite; So a feminine smiles her sweetest ere she gives her nastiest dig. _Satirical Stanza (unpublished) by H. B. J._ Now that our hero had obtained that the name of _Milky Way_ was to be inscribed on the Golden Book of Derby candidates, his next proceeding was to hire a practical jockey to assume supreme command of her. And this was no simple matter, since practical jockeys are usually hired many weeks beforehand, and demand handsome wages for taking their seats. But at last, after protracted advertisements, Mr Bhosh had the good fortune to pitch upon a perfect treasure, whose name was Cadwallader Perkin, and who, for his riding in some race or other, had been awarded a whole year's holiday by the stewards who had observed the paramountcy of his horsemanship.