“But if there had been no accident and you ‘ad looked down the list of ‘orses, ‘ow do yer know that yer would ‘ave spotted the winner?”
“What, not Wheatear, and with all that American corn in my ‘ead? Is it likely I’d’ve missed it?”
No one answered, and Ketley drank his whisky in the midst of a most thoughtful silence. At last one of the group said, and he seemed to express the general mind of the company—
“I don’t know if omens be worth a-following of, but I’m blowed if ‘orses be worth backing if the omens is again them.”
His neighbour answered, “And they do come wonderful true occasional. They ‘as ‘appened to me, and I daresay to all ‘ere present.” The company nodded. “You’ve noticed how them that knows nothing at all about ‘orses—the less they knows the better their luck—will look d
