With pitch of this sort he had never soiled
himself before. He was to have three thousand pounds from Green,
and then there would be the bets he himself had laid against the
horse,--by Green's assistance! It would be the making of him. Of
what use had been all his 'square' work to him? And then
Silverbridge had behaved so badly to him! But still, as he sat
there during the evening, he would have given a hand to have been
free from the attempt. He had no conception before that he could
become subject to such misery from such a cause. He would make it
straight with Silverbridge this very night,--but that Silverbridge
was ever lighting fresh cigars and ever having his glass refilled.
It was clear to him that on this night Silverbridge could not be
made to understand anything about it. And the deed in which he
himself was to be the chief actor was to be done very early in the
following morning. At last he slunk away to bed.
On the following morning, the morning of the day on which the race
was to be run, the Major tapped on his patron's door about seven
o'clock.
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