I turned, and saw the dun coming in at a floundering gallop, covered with foam, and so dead blown that neither himself nor the rider could have got twenty yards farther.

The race was, however, won.

My odds were lost to every man on the field, and, worse than all, I was so laughed at, that I could not venture out in the streets, without hearing allusions to my misfortune; for a certain friend of mine, one Tom O'Flaherty--" "Tom of the 11th light dragoons ?" "The same--you know Tom, then?
Maybe you have heard him mention me -- Maurice Malone ?" "Not Mr.Malone, of Fort Peak ?" "Bad luck to him.

I am as well known in connexion with Fort Peak, as the Duke is with Waterloo.

There is not a part of the globe where he has not told that confounded story." As my readers may not possibly be all numbered in Mr.O'Flaherty's acquaintance, I shall venture to give the anecdote which Mr.Malone accounted to be so widely circulated..