"Who is?" asked the young man.
"Joses, sir. Through the window of The Beehive."
"Never mind him," replied Silver, keeping his broad scarlet back turned on the public-house and the face peering at him over the half-blind.
"He's got some friends here," continued Monkey, in the same hushed monotone. "That's why he's gone inside. That tall genelman you was talkin' with. Very close they was at one time. Too close in a manner o' speakin'. See, you can be too close friends. Then you gets to know too much about each other. Then there's trouble and a kickin'-match."
The Duke waved his arm, and hounds moved off.
Horsemen, carriages, and pedestrians followed them in straggling procession.
Monkey Brand and Silver kept together. In front of them Boy Woodburn and Albert Edward rode side by side.
Viewed from the rear, they were ridiculously alike in shape and size and bearing.
The little jockey pointed out the resemblance to his companion. He clucked and winked and joggled with his elbow.
"Not much atween 'em seen from behind, sir," he said.