Captain Seagrave had no difficulty in obtaining a hundred to five about Black Boy, a wager he was more than satisfied with. "If it pans out as well as that race you rode in at Lewes it will be grand," he said. "I wish Sam Slack had come with me." "Is Sam in the 'Falcon' with you?" asked Jack. "Yes, and so is Mac and most of the other boys. They'll be glad to see you again." The horses were now moving out on to the track, and Job caught sight of the colours on Black Boy. "He's running in Sir Lester's colours," said Job, in some surprise. "And it is the same jacket I wore when I won on Topsy Turvy," said Jack. "Sir Lester gave it me." "Then I'm hanged if I don't have another bit on," said Job, and this time he only secured a hundred to seven. Jack laughed at his enthusiasm, and said-- "You had better have a pound or two on Lucky Boy as a saver, they will both do their best to win." "No more," said Job, "I'll stand or fall by the old colours." The stands were packed, and the people stood on the lawn, and leaned over the railings in dense masses. Mentone was cheered as he galloped to the starting post, and the horse looked a perfect picture. Black Boy moved sluggishly, but Lucky Boy went past at a great pace, pulling his jockey out of the saddle, eager for the race. "Too flash," said Job; "Give me the other fellow, he's steady and sure." "I daresay you are right," replied Jack. There was no more time for conversation, as the horses were quickly despatched on their journey, and the bright green jacket of Escort was easily distinguishable in front. The horse had a light weight, and a clever lad rode him. With a clean lead of several lengths, he brought the field along, his nearest attendants being Hiram, Tramp, and Maximus. Bunched together in the centre were the favourite, and Kenley's pair with the remainder of the field, well up. As they passed the stand, Escort led at a great pace, almost overstriding himself, and his tiny jockey had no easy task to hold him. There was some bumping as they swept round the bend and past Oxenham's, but nothing was seriously interfered with. Along the track, Escort still led, but the others were gradually drawing up, and it was easy to see that by the time the sheds were reached, he would be caught. Jack watched the black jacket and orange sleeves closely and also the cherry and white on Lucky Boy, who seemed to be going in splendid form, and fully bearing out his trial. So far Barry's horse clearly outpaced Black Boy, and Jack commenced to think he would win. He would have been almost as pleased to see Barry's colours successful as his own. Job made no remark. He stood watching the race with a stolid face, and no one would have thought he was in a fever of excitement. A good race agitated him far more than a storm at sea.