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Good for Nothing (1890) 200: ‘Five minutes more and we shall run into him,’ he shouts, sitting well back on his horse, and urging him to his extreme pace, ‘when he blobs like that he’s getting beat. See how Canvas sticks to him, and the yellow dog hangs back, waiting for the turn.’. Good for Nothing (1890) 219: What with speculations failing, and Consols dropping all at once, not to mention a continual run of ill-luck with the bones, I saw no way out of it but to bolt. Good for Nothing (1890) 212: My mate [...] sprang up between us to take the ball in his brisket that was meant for me. Good for Nothing (1890) 211: He’d been talking to me so chicken-hearted. Good for Nothing (1890) 212: I saw the muzzle of a pistol point-blank for this child’s head. Good for Nothing 47: What a cracker I stood to win on him and the Rejected! [Ibid.] 218: I lost a cracker backing Armstrong’s lot for the Derby. Good for Nothing II 201: A ‘crowner’ for John, whose horse goes shoulder deep into a hole. Good for Nothing (1890) 212: I worked on my own hook, after that, and I rather think I paid my expenses. Good for Nothing (1890) 209: It’s no joke [...] camping out in the dark, without a morsel of prog or a drop to drink. Good for Nothing (1890) 209: But I did think for five minutes before I saw your fire that it was about U.P.