"Stick to her!" screamed Joses.
The little group drifted past Old Mat and Jim Silver, who was holding the winner. Four-Pound-the Second's jockey had already disappeared into the weighing-room.
"Ain't done yet," screamed the jockey vengefully as he passed.
"You're never done," said Silver quietly, as he stroked the muzzle of the reeking brown. "Never could take a licking like a gentleman!"
The jockey, beside himself, leaned out toward the other.
"Want it across the —— mug, do ye, Silver?" he yelled. "One way o' winnin'!"
"Come, then, Mr. Woodburn. This won't do!" cried Jaggers austerely as he passed.
"Of course it won't," answered Old Mat. "Dropped a rare packet among you, ain't you? Think you're goin' to let that pass without tryin' on the dirty?"
The White Hat leaned down from the Grand Stand.
"What's the trouble, Mr. Jaggers?" he cried.