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"To get my money on, of course."
"Just wait a minute now," said Brennan. "We have to consider No. 2, Bogside Larch. Ran first on this track last week over the same distance. So what do we do?"
"Back 'em both?" I hazarded.
He gave me one of his patient looks. "No," he said, "we'll back the two of them for first and second place. That means...never mind," he said. "Just go up to the window and ask them for six and two reversed."
Coming back from the tote, I bumped into Joan. "Six and two reversed," I muttered to her out of the corner of my mouth.
"Is that right?" she said credulously, speeding up for the window. She rejoined us on the terrace as the robot hare started its blind circuit again, and again there was the brilliant explosion and a tide of dogs surging away around the track, the kennel boys racing across the inner grass to be there for them at the finish.
We won, all right, Fenian Venture first, Bogside Larch second.
"Where are you going now?" Michael asked. I told him I was going to collect my winnings and put them straight on Rommel. Joan twitched distinctly.
"The bookies aren't even quoting him yet," Michael said. "Relax and watch the racing." With his eye on me, I stayed away from the betting until, as the sun dropped and the lights came on, the runners for the last race paraded on to the track, Rommel in the black and white stripes of No. 4. We slipped away to the bookies but he was odds on at 4 to 6. "The tote," said Michael, and we got our money on there. "No. 2's a grand little dog as well," said Michael. So we linked him with Rommel in a double for a saver. Blunt Hope, his name was.
"I'll see you later," I told Michael. I left the stand and walked down to the rails by the trap. I wanted to see the start at close quarters and, anyway, from my limited experience, it was obvious that 99% of the time the first dog away won the race.