'Here, then, No. 1—Captain Fortescue's Tramp.' 'Withdrawn,' said a voice in the crowd. 'No. 2—Harry Studdard's Devil-may-care.'
'Paid forfeit,' cried another.
'No. 3—Sir George O'Brien's Billy-the-bowl.' 'Gone home again,' was the answer. 'No. 4—Tom Molloy's Cathleen.'
'All right!' shouted Mr. Burke, from the fireplace» 'Who rides?' asked the president.
'Ulick!' repeated half-a-dozen voices together.
'Eleven stone eight,' said the little man.
'And a pound for the martingale,' chimed in Mr. Burke.
'Well, I believe that's all. No; there's another horse-Captain O'Grady's Moddiridderoo.'
'Scratch him out with the rest,' said Mr. Burke.
'No!' said I, from the back of the room.