“They is a-sending of him along this week, and if the leg don’t go it is a hundred pound to a brass farthing on the old horse.”
“How many times will they gallop him?” Sarah asked.
“He goes a mile and a ‘arf every day now…. The day after to-morrow they’ll try him, just to see that he hasn’t lost his turn of speed, and if he don’t break down in the trial you can take it from me that it will be all right.”
“When will you know the result of the trial?”
“I expect a letter on Friday morning,” said Stack. “If you come in in the evening I’ll let you know about it.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Stack. I must be getting home now.”
“I’m going your way, Miss Tucker…. If you like, we’ll go together, and
I’ll tell you,” he whispered, “all about the ‘orse.”
When they had left the bar the conversatio
