"So he were a week since," answered Chukkers surlily. "Silver's been plankin' the dollars on."
"Ah, that ain't all," said Jaggers gloomily. "The Ring knows something. Here, Rushton, go and see what they're layin' Four-Pound."
The head-lad went and returned immediately.
"Thirties offered, sir. No takers."
Jaggers shook his head.
"I don't like it," he said.
All morning, carriages, coaches, silent-moving motorcars, char-à-bancs with rowdy parties, moke-carts, people on bicycles and afoot, streamed out of Liverpool.
By one o'clock people were taking their places in the Grand Stand. Everywhere America was in the ascendant, good-humoured, a thought aggressive. Phalanxes of the Boys linked arm to arm were sweeping up and down the course, singing with genial turbulence
Hands off and no hanky-panky.