"Well sir, what about your own jockey; Jelliss 7% "T will look after him, but I can't see the Derby run with you unmounted."
T did not like the idea of taking another jockey's horse and told him so. Every jockey's ambition is to ride in the Derby, and to win that Race is the great ambition of all. But he insisted, so I asked him if he would get Jelliss to come along be that we could talk it out in front of each other.
He sent for Jelliss and told him ne wanted me to ride his horse. Jelliss was naturally disappointed, but when Mr. Dewar said that we should get exactly the same fees whether I won or not. Jelliss, very sportingly, smiled and agreed to the bargain.
Well, I did not know the horse, I had not ridden him before, and really did not think much of my chance.
Now the favourite for the race was a horse called Tetratema, a grey with a tremendous turn of speed. He had won all his races as a two-year-old and had won the 2000 Guineas, I knew that his speed might quite easily tell if the race were run at a false pace, though I dene uns a son of my old flying mbted his ability to stay. 5
friend The Tetrarch. I had a suspicion that Tetratema was like his father, who preferred to have his own way and run his own race. The Tetrarch hated being headed.
It so happened I was drawn next 4o Tetratema, on which Carslake was riding. I made up my mind that I would try to head him in the first dew furlongs and, if he were like his father, this would not suit a bit After going a few furlongs I saw mat my policy was right. I set a ierrifie pace in an effort to get my usual position early in the race. By ihe time we had gone six furlongs Tetratema was beaten and I got my customary position on the rails Crazy Race From The Gate Now in this race I rode one of ihe worst races of my life. I rode a crazy race out of the gate, but it did me no good. Nothing can beat a horse quicker than racing alongside another horse early in a race. Something has to go.
My horse slipped round Tottenham corner two lengíhs ahead of the field, and just as I was going into the dip another Tetrareh cot. Sarchedon, ran up alongside me. This horse had a reputation for being a bit awkward and for hanging a bit Anyway, he swerved slightly across me, and my horse, being so tired at polt because of the wild pace 1 hat set him, struck into the heels of Sarchedon, and Mrs. Fox's dream came true. We crashed on to the ground and both were laid horse was completely knocked cut and I was nearly out.
T was taken back to the ambulance zoom, and 20 minutes or so later the horse was removed in an ambulance. He was then still unconscious.
As I sat in the jockeys' room in a fuddled state I suddenly remembered that I had been engaged to ride a he had £2,000 way, a for Mr. Jimmy White, on
horse called Prince Herod.
Friends were fussing about me, giving me drinks and helping me, when this memory broke in on me. I slipped away to the scales to weigh Out. The clerk of the scales looked at me rather surprised. "You aren't going to ride again?" he said.
"Yes, sir, I am all right. I just want you to pass me" He looked disapprovingly at re but weighed me out. I gave the saddle io the boy and told him not to go back for anybody. My whole mind was fixed on the responsibility of riding White's heavily backed horse.
Just as I was leaving the weighing room, having joined the boys as they were going out. I walked towards Lord D'Abernon.
"You are not going to ride again, Steve, he said.
"Yes, my lord right lam all now, thank you."
"Nonsense," he said, "not after that fall. I will have your name taken Out of the frame."
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