(From a photography by Carlton & Sons, Horncastle.): p212.jpg} I had been standing in this manner about five minutes, when I saw the jockey enter the yard, accompanied by another individual.

They advanced directly towards me.

"Here is my lord come to look at the horse, young man," said the jockey.

My lord, as the jockey called him, was a tall figure, of about five-and-thirty.

He had on his head a hat somewhat rusty, and on his back a surtout of blue rather the worse for wear.