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Updated: May 18, 2025
Shackles' owner, in the Stand, tried to think that his field-glasses had gone wrong. Regula Baddun's owner, waiting by the two bricks, gave one deep sigh of relief, and cantered back to the Stand. He had won, in lotteries and bets, about fifteen thousand. It was a Broken-Link Handicap with a vengeance. It broke nearly all the men concerned, and nearly broke the heart of Shackles' owner.
He changed into tweeds, took his stick and went down the road, still shaking with fright, and muttering over and over again "God ha' mercy, I'm done for!" To the best of my knowledge and belief he spoke the truth. So now you know how the Broken-Link Handicap was run and won. Of course you don't believe it.
They called that race The Broken-Link Handicap, because it was to smash Shackles; and the Handicappers piled on the weights, and the Fund gave eight hundred rupees, and the distance was "round the course for all horses." Shackles' owner said, "You can arrange the race with regard to Shackles only. So long as you don't bury him under weight-cloths, I don't mind."
Shackles' owner, in the Stand, tried to think that his field-glasses had gone wrong. Regula Baddun's owner, waiting by the two bricks, gave one deep sigh of relief, and cantered back to the stand. He had won, in lotteries and bets, about fifteen thousand. It was a broken-link Handicap with a vengeance. It broke nearly all the men concerned, and nearly broke the heart of Shackles' owner.
They called that race The Broken-Link Handicap, because it was to smash Shackles; and the Handicappers piled on the weights, and the Fund gave eight hundred rupees, and the distance was "round the course for all horses." Shackles' owner said: "You can arrange the race with regard to Shackles only. So long as you don't bury him under weight-cloths, I don't mind."
The plunging in the lotteries was fine. They filled eight thousand-rupee lotteries on the Broken-Link Handicap, and the account in the Pioneer said that "favoritism was divided." In plain English, the various contingents were wild on their respective horses; for the Handicappers had done their work well.
He changed into tweeds, took his stick and went down the road, still shaking with fright, and muttering over and over again: "God ha' mercy, I'm done for!" To the best of my knowledge and belief he spoke the truth. So now you know how the Broken-Link Handicap was run and won. Of course you don't believe it.
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