The star-spangled jacket led the world.
When Joses came out of prison he journeyed down at once to Dewhurst.
Jaggers and Chukkers met him.
It did not take the tout long to get a hang of the situation.
The National was coming on in a few weeks. The mare had to win at all costs.
Since her victory and defeat at Aintree in the previous March she had never run but once in public, and that time had scattered her field.
Jaggers had been laying her up in lavender all the winter for the great race, and she was now at the top of her form.
They took Joses round to her loose-box.
Just back from work she was stripped and sweating, swishing her tail, savaging her manger with arched neck, tramping to and fro on swift, uneasy feet as her lad laboured at her.