She slipped off the tall old mare.
Her father nodded approval.
"She's right," he muttered. "Never do to try Albert when Brand has failed."
"Chuck me up, Brand," said the girl.
The little jockey turned.
"Yes, Miss."
The girl had broken the blow for him, and he tossed her into the saddle with a will.
She sat up there on the great horse, ordering her reins with masterful delicacy.
Jim Silver's eyes dwelt tenderly upon her face. He longed to dismount and kiss the girl's hand. But all he said in matter-of-fact voice was:
"You've got a lot in front of you."