"What d'you mean?"
"I mean the race isn't lost yet, and mayn't be—even if the mare don't win."
He moved away, and Monkey followed him.
Jaggers joined his colleagues.
"What did he say?" asked Ikey in his eager yet wary way.
The trainer told him.
"Thinks he knows something," muttered the little Levantine, his brown face thoughtful.
"Kiddin' he do," grunted Chukkers, sucking his charm.
Ikey looked after the retreating fat man.
"He's collared Monkey Brand anyway," he said.