"Never!"
"They have, my son. Trust Jaggers. Can't leave it to Nature. Must always go one better."
"Ikey's got two other horses in."
"Which?"
"There's old Jackaroo—in the purple and gold, Rushton riding."
"Which is the second Dewhurst horse?"
"This in the canary. Flibberty-gibbet. Little Boy Braithwaite."
"He's only a nipper."
"He can ride, though."
"They're to nurse the crack through the squeeze."