We three are the winners, and so our names are not crossed out." "But I have put no money in a lottery," objected Gaydon.
"Nor I," said Misset.
"And where should I find money either ?" said O'Toole.

"But Charles Wogan has borrowed it for us and paid it in, and so we're all rich men.
What'll I buy with it ?" Misset paced the room.
"The paper came four days ago ?" he said.
"Yes, in the morning." "Five days, then," and he stood listening.

Then he ran to the window and opened it.

Gaydon followed him and drew up the blind.

Both men listened and were puzzled.
"That's the sound of horseshoes," said Gaydon.
"But there's another sound keeping pace with the horseshoes," said Misset.
O'Toole leaned on their shoulders, crushing them both down upon the sill of the window.
"It is very like the sound a gentleman makes when he reels home from a tavern." Gaydon and Misset raised themselves with a common effort springing from a common thought and shot O'Toole back into the room.
"What if it is ?" began Misset.
"He was never drunk in his life," said Gaydon.
"It's possible that he has reformed," said O'Toole; and the three men precipitated themselves down the stairs.
The drunkard was Wogan; he was drunk with fatigue and sleeplessness and pain, but he had retained just enough of his sober nature to spare a tired mare who had that day served him well.
The first intimation he received that his friends were on the watch was O'Toole's voice bawling down the street to him.
"Is it a lottery?
Tell me we're all rich men," and he felt himself grasped in O'Toole's arms.
"I'll tell you more wonderful things than that," stammered Wogan, "when you have shown me the way to a stable." "There's one at the back of the house," said Gaydon.