The trainer shook his head.
"Thank you kindly, your Grace. She always goes to the Stand by the Canal Turn when Chukkers is riding."
There was a chuckle from the bystanders.
"He's ridin' this time' all right, from all I hear," said the Duke grimly.
"You're right, sir," answered the old man. "Last night he was countin' his dead in his sleep. The policeman what was over his door to see no lady kidnap him for his looks heard him and tell me."
The jockey, who was passing at the moment, stopped.
"Say it agin," he cried fiercely.
The old trainer was face to face with one of the only two men in the world to whom he felt unkindly.
"Ain't once enough, then?" he asked tartly.
The jockey walked on his way.