The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-03-04

ing, you have Now, don't go and make
an exhibition of yourself this morning.
Mind if you do it here, shall take care
you don't get much chance of doing it in
public. Attend to what / say to you.
Get off as well as you can. Jim's pretty
safe to do you there; but, even if he
don't. mind, you're to wait ON him till you
come to the quarter-mile post from home.
You know it. Run up to him then. But,
whatever Jim does, whether he begins rid
ing or whether he doesn't. you're not
to begin IN earnest till within fifty yards
Of home. I'll forgive you if you wait
too long, and lose it that way but if you
come too soon and ride him to a stand
still. we shan't want you for light-weights
at Newmarket or anywhere else"
The lad walked his horse after Load
stone with a very serious face. Like all
boys in racing stable, of course the
height of his ambition was to become a
| jockey He was not little proud of
| being in charge of such a celebrity as
| Coriander. For, be it known to the unin-
| itiated that every race horse in big sta
BILE is looked after by his own boy, and
| that these boys, when their horse is one
| of distinction, are immensely proud of
him. They groom him, ride him at exer-
| cise-in short, almost live with him.
| Coriander was the first crack that had
| fallen to young Aliens care. and he firm
| ly believed such a flyer never existed.
| Now-anxious moment he was TO ride
him in his trial. He looked even at that
as a great rise in his profession. 1t is
| true he had ridden in two or three trials
h~f0 tlov. ba hoI To hoau
something that had had no earthly chance
| to win. Suppose he should make mess
of it this morning; Mr.. Pycroft would
never give him another chance, perhaps.
No wonder the boy looks rather seri-
GUS But they are at the post. A couple
| of false starts take place, in consequence
of young Aliens eagerness to get well of.
stop a bit, young 'un,' said Jim.
| laughing: ''be a little steady. Mind, it
amt a race. and l won't want TO get
| the best of you. / only want to get away
| fair How a starter would walk down
your throat if you carried on like this ~
| The remonstrance had the desired effect.
and the next time they were away, Jim
having a little the best of it, though not
much. Once off, the boys nerves stead
| led directly. He waited patiently till he
came to the quarter post. and then ran
| I'D abreast of Loadsrone. Locked togeth-
err, they went for the next two hundred
yards. and then Jim began what is term
ed in racing parlance 'fiddling" at his
horse; it means riding him little. He
| drew near a length ahead, but the boy
sat STILL wait till within fifty yards
of home. whatever Jim does" he mutter-
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| A few strides more, and he saw that
Loadstone could hardly hold the lead he
had obtained. Gradually he was creep
| ing up to him again, though still quiet on
his horse A little more, and Jim began
to ride his horse in earnest. and this was
the hardest trial the boy had undergone
vet. For moment Jim forged ahead.
and looked like leaving him altogether ;
then he seemed to hang; and now surely
he was within fifty yards of home Was
he? Yes. He sat down and shook up
Coriandcr, passed jim easily and went
past the knoll a couple of lengths in
| front.
You'll DO, young 'un," said Jim, good
naturally, as they pulled up their horses.
Don't quite know what orders you got,
but can pretty well guess. You stick as
close to what you're told to do, and keep
your head as cool as you did this time,
and you'll find yourself first past the
post at Epson some of these days"
We'll, Martin, l think that'll about
do" laughed Pearman, as the trial fin
ished. 1T will be a good horse that has
the best of Coriander three weeks from
this"
Yes, sir; he's better even than l
thought he was, and ! know | haven't
| worked him up to his best yet. I've no
fear of bis not going on well, for / never
trained a better constitutional colt in my
| life; and though We didn't try him quite
the full distance this morning, I've TO
| doubt of his getting the Rowley Mile
| as well as he's done his three-quarters
| this morning"
You did that very we'll, my lad" he
continued, addressing Allen. This morn
ing's ride will be little in your pocket,
if we've luck, and you pay attention to
my next orders and they are-Hold your
tongue. You'll get riding before you're
many months older. Well, Jim, what do
| you Think"
The jockey jumped off his horse and
handed him over to the boy that had
first been on him. When out of earshot
he replied, III win the Guineas, bar &C
cidents. unless there's great three-year-
ola whose name we haven't heard on"
Sam Pearman, in the meantime, seat.
ed on the soft grass, was busily glancing
over a neat memorandum book. "Yes, y
he muttered, stakes and all, it will be a
goodish bit TO win. It's bigger thing
than | ever pulled off yet, and l have
had some very tidy wins in my time
Well be off home now. Martin-eh? Good
enough, Jim, isn't it,"
Wish I'd your book on it, sir" was the
that worthy's reply
We'll, you aud Martin will find that
I've not forgotten to do something in
that way for you when it's landed,
laughed Pearman. For the present. good
by"
Must win-eh?'' said the trainer
Cant lose," responded the jockey
unless I'm knocked over"
CHAPTER XIV.
Old Pearman had shown perfect knowl
edge of mankind on the receipt of Deni
sons letter. He lad gone over to Glinr
| tht. next morning The old LAWYER was