"Looks an old-fashioned sort."
"He can jump a haystack and stay all day; but he can't get a move on."
"If there's grief enough he might get home, though."
"There's Kingfisher. The West-country crack. Bay and two white ducks."
Last but one came Four-Pound-the-Second with his little fair jockey up. The horse was so big, and the jockey so small, that a laugh went up as the pair came by.
"What's this in green, then?"
"Old Mat's horse. Four-Pound-the-Second. Ten stun."
"Anything known of him?"
"Won a small race at Lingfield."
"Who's riding?"