The jockey jerked his head mysteriously. Then he limped away down the gangway, behind sleeping horses, into the loose-box at the end where stood Four-Pound-the-Second.
Carefully he closed the door behind the young man and put his lantern down.
"See, you thought I was on the crook, didn"t you, sir?" he said ironically, pursing his eye-lids.
"So you are," replied the young man.
Monkey wagged his head sententiously.
"Oh, I"m on the crook all right in a manner o" speakin"," he admitted.
"Only where it is, there"s crooks and crooks. There"s crooks that is on the straight--"
"And there"s straights that is on the crook," interposed Jim. "As per item, Monkey Brand."
Next morning Silver went to see Old Mat in his office and opened to him a tale; but the trainer, who seemed very sleepy these days, refused to hear him.
"I knows nothin" about nothin"," he said almost querulously, pursing his lips, and sheathing his eyes. "As to rogues and rasqueals, you knows my views by now, Mr. Silver. Same as the Psalmist"s, as I"ve said afore. As for the rest, I"m an old man--older nor I can recollect. All I asks is to lay down and die quiet and peaceable with nothin" on me conscience only last night"s cheese."
CHAPTER XLIII
The Loose-box
Next night Boy Woodburn was unusually late to bed.
Sunday nights she always devoted to preparing the Bible-lesson for next week.
Of old she had always retired to her room in the loft after supper on Sunday to wrestle with her labours; but as her mother grew into years, the girl had adopted the habit of working in the parlour.
On this Sunday she worked on long after her father and mother had gone to bed, reading and making notes. Once the door opened, and she was dimly aware of Mr. Silver standing in it. He departed quietly as he had come without a word, but her subconsciousness noted vaguely and with surprise that he was wearing a greatcoat and m.u.f.fler as if he was going out.
It was eleven o"clock when she closed her book and crossed the yard.
Under the ladder to the loft a door led to a woodshed at the end of the stable.
As she went up the ladder she heard somebody moving in the shed.
"Who"s that?" she asked sharply.
There was no answer.
She descended and tried the door.
It was locked.
"That"s all right, Boy," called a quiet voice. "It"s only me."
"Mr. Silver," she cried. "What on earth are you up to?"
"After a rat."
"A queer time to choose."
"Yes," he said. "He"s a big "un. I"m sitting for him."
"Good-night then," she called, and ran up the ladder, heralded by the swift and ghostly Maudie.
The trap-door over Four-Pound-the-Second"s box was open as always. She peeped down on to the back of the horse and Monkey Brand, busy by the light of his lantern, arranging a pile of horse-blankets in the corner on which to sleep.
"Where"s Billy Bluff?" she asked.
"Just gone outside a minute, Miss."
Four-Pound-the-Second moved restlessly.
"Give him some water," she directed, "and settle him down as soon as you can."
"Very good, Miss," the little jockey answered.
It was an hour later that the stable-door clicked and Joses entered.
He was wearing rope-soled shoes, and he moved softly behind the long line of horses.
In his slouch hat and loose cloak he looked like a stage conspirator.
Monkey Brand was nodding on an upturned bucket.
As the fat man entered the loose-box, the great horse turned a shining eye on him and whinnied.
Monkey blinked, stirred, and grunted:
""Ello!"
He smelt strongly of whiskey.
The tout, unheeding him, produced a twitch.
But Monkey rose with heavy eyes and jerked it irritably out of the other"s hand.
"None o" that," he said.