"Think so?"
"I'm sure so," he answered. "You've only One against you."
"Perhaps," she admitted. "But the One's a caution."
"A good big un'll always beat a good little un," said the fat man.
"Besides, he's a baby," replied the girl. "Chances his fences too much."
"Sprawls a bit," admitted the other. "But he jumps so big it doesn't make much odds. And he gets away like a deer."
Joses was now very much alert; and he had to be. For, as he reported to Jaggers, Putnam's gave away as little as a dead man in the dark.
One thing, however, became clear as the time slipped away and the National drew ever nearer: that to the girl had been entrusted the winding up of the young horse, and Albert was her henchman in the matter.
Monkey was the fat man's informant on the point. Joses would never have believed the little jockey for a moment, but that his own eyes daily confirmed the report.