THE CROWD IN THE RING
THIS was a serious matter indeed. Erickson knew the mare well, having ridden her in several gallops; in addition he was a clever, capable rider. It would be a great misfortune if he could not ride.
Picton went with his trainer at once, leaving Rita with her brother and Hector.
Fred Erickson looked pale and ill; he was not a strong man.
"I'm afraid I can't do the filly justice," he said, "but I'll ride if you wish, Mr. Woodridge. I feel a trifle better now, but I'm weak."
"I'd like you to ride, Fred, if you can manage it. I can't get a suitable jockey at the last minute."
"Then I'll do it. Will you get me some brandy?"
The trainer went for it, a small group gathered round, Erickson looked very pale, there were whispers that he would not be able to ride. These qu
