"And Kingfisher, the West country crack."
"He beats himself jumpin'."
"And that's about the lot—only the Putnam horse," continued the trainer. "They think I know nothing about him. I know some, and I want to know more."
"I'll settle that," said Joses.
The jockey was pulling the mare's ears thoughtfully.
"You'd like to take a little bit of Putnam's, I daresay?" he said.
"I wouldn't mind if I did," replied the tout.
"It was them done you down at the trial," continued the jockey. "Old Mat and his Monkey and Silver Mug. The old gang."
"Regular conspiracy," said Jaggers censoriously. "Ought to be ashamed of themselves. Doin' down a pore man like that."
The three moved out into the yard.