Jale came up with _Thurinda_ to the Shayid Spring meeting; and besides _Thurinda_ his string included _Divorce_, _Meg's Diversions_ and _Benoni_--ponies of sorts. He won the Officers' Scurry--five furlongs--with _Benoni_ on the first day, and that sent up the price of the stable in the evening lotteries; for _Benoni_ was the worst-looking of the three, being a pigeon-toed, split-chested _dâk_ horse, with a wonderful gift of blundering in on his shoulders--ridden out to the last ounce--but _first_. Next day Jale was riding _Divorce_ in the Wattle and Dab Stakes--round the jump course; and she turned over at the on-and-off course when she was leading and managed to break her neck. She never stirred from the place where she dropped, and Jale did not move either till he was carried off the ground to his tent close to the big _shamiana_ where the lotteries were held. He had ricked his back, and everything below the hips was as dead as timber. Otherwise he was perfectly well. The doctor said that the stiffness would spread and that he would die before the next morning. Jale insisted upon knowing the worst, and when he heard it sent a pencil note to the Honorary Secretary, saying that they were not to stop the races or do anything foolish of that kind. If he hung on till the next day the nominations for the third day's racing would not be void, and he would settle up all claims before he threw up his hand. This relieved the Honorary Secretary, because most of the horses had come from a long distance, and, under any circumstance, even had the Judge dropped dead in the box, it would have been impossible to have postponed the racing. There was a great deal of money on the third day, and five or six of the owners were gentlemen who would make even one day's delay an excuse. Well, settling would not be easy. No one knew much about Jale. He was an outsider from down country, but every one hoped that, since he was doomed, he would live through the third day and save trouble.