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They
went
around
,
one
after
the
other
,
their
heads
down
,
the
grooms
leading
them
.
One
horse
,
a
purplish
black
,
Crowell
swore
was
dyed
that
color
.
We
watched
him
and
it
seemed
possible
.
He
had
only
come
out
just
before
the
bell
rang
to
saddle
.
We
looked
him
up
in
the
programme
from
the
number
on
the
groom
’
s
arm
and
it
was
listed
a
black
gelding
named
Japalac
.
The
race
was
for
horses
that
had
never
won
a
race
worth
one
thousand
lire
or
more
.
Catherine
was
sure
his
color
had
been
changed
.
Ferguson
said
she
could
not
tell
.
I
thought
he
looked
suspicious
.
We
all
agreed
we
ought
to
back
him
and
pooled
one
hundred
lire
.
The
odds
sheets
showed
he
would
pay
thirty
-
five
to
one
.
Crowell
went
over
and
bought
the
tickets
while
we
watched
the
jockeys
ride
around
once
more
and
then
go
out
under
the
trees
to
the
track
and
gallop
slowly
up
to
the
turn
where
the
start
was
to
be
.
We
went
up
in
the
grand
-
stand
to
watch
the
race
.
They
had
no
elastic
barrier
at
San
Siro
then
and
the
starter
lined
up
all
the
horses
,
they
looked
very
small
way
up
the
track
,
and
then
sent
them
off
with
a
crack
of
his
long
whip
.
They
came
past
us
with
the
black
horse
well
in
front
and
on
the
turn
he
was
running
away
from
the
others
.
I
watched
them
on
the
far
side
with
the
glasses
and
saw
the
jockey
fighting
to
hold
him
in
but
he
could
not
hold
him
and
when
they
came
around
the
turn
and
into
the
stretch
the
black
horse
was
fifteen
lengths
ahead
of
the
others
.
He
went
way
on
up
and
around
the
turn
after
the
finish
.
"
Isn
’
t
it
wonderful
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
We
’
ll
have
over
three
thousand
lire
.
He
must
be
a
splendid
horse
.
"
"
I
hope
his
color
doesn
’
t
run
,
"
Crowell
said
,
"
before
they
pay
off
.
"
"
He
was
really
a
lovely
horse
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
I
wonder
if
Mr
.
Meyers
backed
him
.
"
"
Did
you
have
the
winner
?
"
I
called
to
Meyers
.
He
nodded
.
"
I
didn
’
t
,
"
Mrs
.
Meyers
said
.
"
Who
did
you
children
bet
on
?
"
"
Japalac
.
"
"
Really
?
He
’
s
thirty
-
five
to
one
!
"
