"Sevens—if Chukkers rides," cried the cherub. "Tens if he don't."
The answer was received with jeers.
"Chukkers not ride!"
"O' course he'll ride!"
"He always has ridden her—here and in the States and in Australia!"
Stanley finally deigned to descend from his heights to crush the youth.
"They got a quarter of a million on God Almighty's Mustang, the Three J's 'ave. Think they'd trust anyone up only one of their fat selves? Now then!"
In the middle of the storm Monkey Brand, who had been waiting for the girl in the door, looked in.
He saw the writing on the board and crossed the barn. Monkey himself could neither read nor write, but he was well aware that anything written by the lads should be rubbed out at once.
"Who wrote this?" he asked.