"Wait," she said gently.
He dropped his hands.
"I shall go back to bed now," she continued. "You'd better turn in, too—now you've caught your rat."
"I've cut off his tail anyway," laughed the young man, showing the cloak.
Swathed in her light wrapper, the little creature shuffled swiftly down the gangway behind the line of sleeping horses, her pumps, too big for her bare feet, clacking on the pavement.
He followed her heavily, his eyes brimming laughter and delight.
A few minutes later Silver joined Monkey Brand in the loose-box.
"Good little try-on, sir," said the jockey busily. "Funny smelling stuff though."
Removing a rug, he produced a bucket hidden beneath and held it to the other's nose.
"Chuck it down the drain," said the young man.