Jock Page #3

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they'll be with you

on our next delivery!

Hey, I'm Jock.

Who do you think you are?

Scruffy little thing? Humph!

Hello.

Hey.

So you come here often?

Nice place.

Get out of my way. Hey there, Pol!

Do not call me that! My name

is Polly. Miss Polly to you.

How long you in town darl... er... Polly?

Get away you vile dog!

Get away! Come on Polly.

Off you go! Don't want you

mixing with these mongrels.

Stay away from her.

Tell me the odds, Seedling!

Ah, Mr. Morris. The favorite is yellow.

Yellow! Awful colour! I'll take blue!

We just arrived recently,

we're looking for gold.

Been here long?

About half a day and still after these

races we're going to have to be heading back.

I can't wait.

Hello Polly! Where have you been?

I suggest you place your bet,

- and remove your dog.

- Father! Don't be rude.

This is Mr. Fitzpatrick.

He's here for the races.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance sir...

- Mr. Morris.

I'd like to place this on blue please.

Break the bank?

I'm sorry, it's all I have.

Don't worry boy, we're

going to make a fortune.

Here's to blue!

Blue! Blue! Blue!

So you've seen this before,

Jim, it all looks like fun.

We'll prepare to leave in the morning.

Hello.

Pezulu, what's bothering you?

Everything. Everything

about this place bothers me.

Especially that baboon, you

know what he does don't you?

He fights dogs!

Hey George! Bet on me mate!

Keep an eye on things

here, I'll be right back.

Settle, George, settle!

There'll be champagne after this one.

Huh, what's he up to?

Whatever it is, it's got

nothing to do with us.

Stop worrying Pezulu, he's tied up!

Jock, I promised your mother...

This will be amazing!

- Hello Lillian!

- Oh hello!

Camptown ladies sing this

song! Doo-da, Doo-da, Doo-da!

Camptown racetracks come

along! Oh, de doo-da day!

Come on, it'll soon be over.

Don't worry! Be Happy!

Now that's Basil, now he used to be in the

circus with George, he's an entertainer.

A little rearranging of the colours.

Fine.

Where's Wart?

What's he doing?

Let's make this a handicap race.

The thorn! Why did he do that?

That's the colour Fitz bet

on. He'll lose all his money.

What are you looking

at? Get away from here!

You look gorgeous, you look absolutely

gorgeous! Keep your colours on!

Keep your colours on! Get into

position, where the jockeys?

Look at them!

They race?

So!

He's a bad man.

Seedling makes money anyway he can.

Oh man, I can't wait!

No, no, this is where you stand.

Keep your tails up boys!

Ah! Don't you do this to me, Wart!

Wart, what is your problem?

I'll do it.

What? No! No. He can't

run. No, he can't!

No! No!

Who are you?

Do what?

Race.

Come here boy, ah, ah, listen,

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