Is he, reader?
But, without being a prophet, his prigship managed on the present occasion to make a pretty near prediction, for Sir Digby Oakshott did burn his fingers.
He was summoned one evening to Mills's study to draw his horse.

The twenty-one names were shaken up in a hat, and those present each drew out one.

To Dig's disgust, he drew Blazer--a horse whom everybody jeered at as a rank outsider.

Simson was the fortunate drawer of Roaring Tommy.

Mills got the second favourite, and Felgate--for whom, in his absence, Mills drew--got another outsider called Polo.
Dig scarcely liked to tell Arthur of his bad luck, but his chum extracted the secret from him.
"I'm jolly glad!" said Arthur sententiously; "the worst thing that could happen to you would be to win.