The fat man removed the cork from the bottle. Monkey seized it rudely and sniffed it.
"What is it?" he asked sullenly.
"Nothing to hurt him," said Joses soothingly. "Just take the shine out of him for a day or two."
The jockey was so drunk that he needed humouring. The tout cursed his faulty judgment in having given the little man money to spend before the deed had been done.
Monkey let his heavy-lidded eyes rest on the other. He was breathing almost stertorously. Then he pushed the bottle back toward Joses.
"I mush trush you," he said, "same as you trush me. You wouldn't deceive me, Oxford genelman and all."
"What d'you take me for?" answered Joses.
He poured the stuff into the bucket that Monkey held. It was dark and sweet-smelling. Four-Pound-the-Second sniffed with inflated nostrils.
"Hist!" cried Monkey.
"What's that?"