IF THEY PUT THEIR HEADS TOGETHER!

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12614, 26 November 1926, Page 10

IF THEY PUT THEIR HEADS TOGETHER!

“Did you go to the Cup, old chap?” The speaker was Manfred. For answer Heroic lifted his head and gazed sourly at the other horse. “Don’t pull my leg,” he snapped; “it’s sore. You know I didn’t; you were there.” “Not I,” said Manfred, nonchalantly. “I was scratched on the same day as you were. My leg was sore, too, but not so sore as my backers were. Didn’t your ears burn about the time that the fact of our scratching was made public? We had been much talked about before in all conscience; but that was nothing to the way we were talked about afterwards. Don’t these human beings use awful language at times!” Heroic twisted his long face into the semblance of a smile, “ft is our only way of getting .even with them, this —er—indisposition at the last moment,” he replied. “I hate the Cup race, and every other race, but I think f hate the human race worst of all. They talk about'wanting a run for their money. We get all the run and they get all the money, or as much of it ns slips through the bookies’ fingers. Ho I determined not to start in the Cup. Tt was more my sore feelings than my sore leg. T spent the afternoon in my stall playing patience. How did you spend it?” “With the Salvation Army,” answered Manfred, slyly, winking at Heroic. “Honestly. T did feel like a rest. I haven’t got a bit of sympathy with the public who backed us. Did you over stop to think that it is the public’s fault when a favourite, breaks dowji ?” “How so?” asked Heroic, curiously. “Well, his thin legs cannot .support the weight of Ihe money that’s piled on to him,” said Manfred, evading the kick that Heroic promptly aimed at his sore leg.