"Yes," he said. "He's a big 'un. I'm sitting for him."
"Good-night then," she called, and ran up the ladder, heralded by the swift and ghostly Maudie.
The trap-door over Four-Pound-the-Second's box was open as always. She peeped down on to the back of the horse and Monkey Brand, busy by the light of his lantern, arranging a pile of horse-blankets in the corner on which to sleep.
"Where's Billy Bluff?" she asked.
"Just gone outside a minute, Miss."
Four-Pound-the-Second moved restlessly.
"Give him some water," she directed, "and settle him down as soon as you can."
"Very good, Miss," the little jockey answered.
It was an hour later that the stable-door clicked and Joses entered.