Ikey got into his car and rolled away through the dust toward Brighton.
The other three men strolled back to the yard.
"Bar accidents, there's only one you've got to fear," said Joses.
"And that's the Putnam horse," put in Jaggers.
"How's he comin' along?" asked the jockey.
"Great guns," the fat man replied.
"Think he's a Berserk?" asked Jaggers.
"I know it," said Joses. "Stolen jump. The stable-lads let him out on that old man for a lark. He's the spit of the old horse, only bigger."
"He must be a big un then," said Jaggers.
"He is," Chukkers answered. "And he's in at ten stun. The mare's givin' him a ton o' weight. And weight is weight at Liverpool."