"Was you, then? I wasn't," said Monkey brutally. "Dole 'em out."
The fat man obeyed with a snigger; then shuffled softly down the passage and out.
Monkey Brand heard him open the door and cross the yard.
Then a voice called:
"Hi at him!"
There was a scurry of pursuing feet, a scuffle, and a yell.
The jockey rushed out into the yard.
Joses was disappearing over the gate, flinging something behind him, and Billy Bluff was smothered in a cape which he was worrying.
Jim Silver, racing across the yard, snatched the cape from the dog.
A window flung open.