"So they says," answered Old Mat.
"Where's Miss Woodburn then?"
"Inside, they tell me."
He nodded to the door of the weighing-room, which opened at the moment.
In it, above the crowd, appeared the jockey with the green jacket, his cap well over his eyes.
There was an instant hush. Then English and Americans, bookies and backers, began to bawl against each other.
"Are you a gal?" screamed some one in the crowd.
"No, I ain't," came the shrill, defiant answer.
The voice did not satisfy the crowd.
"Take off your cap, Miss!" yelled another.