I met him occasionally, and we found we did not like each other any better.

My horse beat his for the Pagoda Hurdle Handicap--poor old Sultan! I wonder where he is now." "Was your horse called 'Sultan' ?" "Yes.

I bought him in Meerut, trained him myself, and ferried him all the way to China.

I loved him next to the British Army." This was quite satisfactory.

There was genuine feeling in his voice now.