He was wearing rope-soled shoes, and he moved softly behind the long line of horses.
In his slouch hat and loose cloak he looked like a stage conspirator.
Monkey Brand was nodding on an upturned bucket.
As the fat man entered the loose-box, the great horse turned a shining eye on him and whinnied.
Monkey blinked, stirred, and grunted:
"'Ello!"
He smelt strongly of whiskey.
The tout, unheeding him, produced a twitch.
But Monkey rose with heavy eyes and jerked it irritably out of the other's hand.
"None o' that," he said.