"Yes. He"ll give no trouble though. Three mile and a half is his limit."
"Here"s Gee-Woa, the Yorkshireman."
"Looks an old-fashioned sort."
"He can jump a haystack and stay all day; but he can"t get a move on."
"If there"s grief enough he might get home, though."
"There"s Kingfisher. The West-country crack. Bay and two white ducks."
Last but one came Four-Pound-the-Second with his little fair jockey up.
The horse was so big, and the jockey so small, that a laugh went up as the pair came by.
"What"s this in green, then?"
"Old Mat"s horse. Four-Pound-the-Second. Ten stun."
"Anything known of him?"
"Won a small race at Lingfield."
"Who"s riding?"
"One o" the Putnam lads. Carries his prayer-book in his pocket. Mar makes "em--for luck!"
"He can foot it."
"I"d like to see a walkin"-race between that mare and the big un. What"s his price?" He leaned over to the ring below and asked.
"Twenties," came the answer.
Jaggers heard and nudged Ikey.
The Putnam horse marched by, blowing his nose, and in front of the Grand Stand gave a playful little buck as much as to say: "I would if I could, but I won"t."
Then Chukkers swung round and led the horses back to the starting-point.
"Only one thing I wish," muttered Old Mat in his companion"s ear. "I wish there"d been rain in the night. Twelve-stun-three"d steady Miss Mustang through the dirt."
"Our horse has got a little bit in hand," replied the young man.
"You"re right, sir," answered the other.
The gossip came and went about the pair. Neither heard nor indeed heeded it. The old man was easy, almost nonchalant; the young man quiet and self-contained.
The horses drew up to the right, their backs to the Grand Stand, a long, swaying line of silken jackets shimmering in the sun.
Old Mat"s face became quietly radiant.
"Pretty, ain"t it?" he said. "Like a bed o" toolups swaying in the wind.
I wish Mar could see that. Worst o" principles, they cuts you off so much."
He raised his gla.s.ses.
"Where"s Chukkers? Oh, I see. In the middle, and his buffer-hosses not too fur on eether side of him. That"s lucky for Chukkers. One thing, my little baa-lamb"ll take a bit o" knockin" out."
"Where is he?" asked Silver.
"Away on the right there," answered the old man. "Doin" a cake-walk on the next hoss"s toes."
There was very little trouble at the post. The starter got his field away well together at the first drop of the flag.
Only one was left, and that was green.
The great horse who had been sparring with the air as the flag fell came down from aloft and got going a long six lengths behind the field.
Neither he nor his rider seemed the least concerned.
"That"s my little beauty," muttered Old Mat. "He"ll start his own time, he will. Maybe to-day; maybe to-morrow; maybe not at all. One thing, though: he _has_ started."
The brown horse was pulling out to the right to lie on the outside.
The old trainer nodded approvingly.
"That"s right, my boy," he said. "You let "em rattle "emselves to bits, while you lays easy behind. There"ll be plenty o" room in front in a moment or two."
An old hand in a white top-hat just in front turned round.
"That lad o" yours rides cunning, Mr. Woodburn," he said.
"He"s a fair card, he is," replied the old man enigmatically.
"Was it deliberate?" asked an ingenious youth.
"Who shall say, my son?" replied the old trainer. "Only the gra.s.s-"opper what walketh the tiles by night--same as the Psalmist says."
The scramble and scrimmage at the first few fences resulted in plenty of grief. Jockeys were rising from the ground and running off the course, and loose horses were pursuing their perilous way alone.
Behind the first flight, in the centre of the course, showed conspicuous the Star-spangled Jacket of the favourite.
Chukkers, too, was taking his time, running no risks, his eyes everywhere, calculating his chances, fending off dangers as they loomed up on him one after the other. He was drawing in to the rails on his left flank for security from cannoning horses.
The first few fences behind him, the danger of a knock-out would be greatly lessened. Till then it was most grave. Chukkers was aware of it; so were the tens of thousands watching; so were his stable-mates.
As Chukkers crossed to the rails Jackaroo, who lay in front on the inside, drew away to let the favourite up under his lee.
Flibberty-gibbet, on the other hand, the second Dewhurst horse, had been b.u.mped at the first fence, and pecked heavily on landing. Little Boy Braithwaite in the canary jacket had been unshipped, and was scrambling about on his horse"s neck. He lay now a distance behind. Chukkers was signalling furiously with his elbow for the boy to come up on his right; and he had cause.