"Keeps it up," he muttered.
"Proper," the other answered.
The second race was run and won. Two o'clock came and went. The jockeys began to emerge from the dressing-room under the Grand Stand. Monkey Brand and Joses watched the door.
"Where's green then?" muttered the tout, as the expected failed to show.
"'Ush!" said Monkey at his elbow.
The fat man turned.
At the far side of the Paddock, by the gate, the looked-for jockey had appeared out of nowhere.
The green of his cap betrayed him, and the fact that old Mat was in close conversation with him.
He wore a long racing-coat, and his collar was turned up. Indeed, apart from his peaked cap drawn down over his eyes and his spurs, little but coat was to be seen of him.