"She'll want nursing."
"She's all right if she stands up till Beecher's Brook."
"She'll stand up. Trust Chukkers."
"He's got nothing to beat."
"Only Moonlighter."
"Which is the Irish horse?"
"The gray there. Cerise and white."
"Flashy thing."
"Yes. He'll give no trouble though. Three mile and a half is his limit."
"Here's Gee-Woa, the Yorkshireman."