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Chapter 20

           Wecouldlookacrosstheplainandseefarmhousesandtherichgreenfarmswiththeirirrigationditchesandthemountainstothenorth.Thereweremanycarriagesgoingintotheracetrackandthemenatthegateletusinwithoutcardsbecausewewereinuniform.Weleftthecarriage,boughtprogrammes,andwalkedacrosstheinfieldandthenacrossthesmooththickturfofthecoursetothepaddock.Thegrand-standswereoldandmadeofwoodandthebettingboothswereunderthestandsandinarowoutnearthestables.Therewasacrowdofsoldiersalongthefenceintheinfield.Thepaddockwasfairlywellfilledwithpeopleandtheywerewalkingthehorsesaroundinaringunderthetreesbehindthegrandstand.WesawpeopleweknewandgotchairsforFergusonandCatherineandwatchedthehorses.

           Theywentaround,oneaftertheother,theirheadsdown,thegroomsleadingthem.Onehorse,apurplishblack,Crowellsworewasdyedthatcolor.Wewatchedhimanditseemedpossible.Hehadonlycomeoutjustbeforethebellrangtosaddle.Welookedhimupintheprogrammefromthenumberonthegroom’sarmanditwaslistedablackgeldingnamedJapalac.Theracewasforhorsesthathadneverwonaraceworthonethousandlireormore.Catherinewassurehiscolorhadbeenchanged.Fergusonsaidshecouldnottell.Ithoughthelookedsuspicious.Weallagreedweoughttobackhimandpooledonehundredlire.Theoddssheetsshowedhewouldpaythirty-fivetoone.

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