"They'll keep me on till after the National. He's not everybody's 'orse, Four-Pound ain't. If they was to make a change now, he might go back on himself."
The tout's breathing came a little quicker in the darkness.
"D'you see to him?"
"Me and Albert."
"Is Albert goin' to ride him?"
"Don't you believe it?" mocked the little jockey.
The tout drew closer.
"Who is, then?"
Monkey ducked his head and patted the back of it.
"Never!" cried Joses.