Running Recollections and How to Train

46 beaten on the worsted. The time was a full second slower than inmy genuine trial,and so well did the ruse succeed, that the odds went back to six to four on. At this price I was a firm favourite, and on the day of the race there was so much public money for me, that I eventually started at three to one on. The day was beautifully fine, though bitterly cold, and the ground was frozen as hard as a board. Cross won the toss, and naturally chose the inside. My orders were to "lie behind," and not attempt to get in front till the straight was reached. It wentvery much against the grainfor me to do this, but when the pistol cracked, andCross darted off at fullspeed, I made no attempt to pass him. At 200 yards wewere together, and once in the sti'aight 1 putmy head down, and mentally ejaculating, " Good-bye, Billy," left him at every stride. Poor Billy had run himself practically to a standstill, and I came home by myself in 31 4-5secs. 1 did verypoorly, financially, over this affair, but my reputation as a runner anda trier wereconsiderably augmented by my victory.