The lad touched his forehead, and took her hand sheepishly.
"Thank you, Miss," he answered.
Then the storm broke, and the bookies who had made millions over the defeat of the favourite led the roar.
There was no mistaking the matter now. The Boys had been sold again.
The rougher elements amongst Ikey's Own sought a scape-goat.
They found him in Joses.
Chukkers came out of the weighing-room and deliberately struck the fat man. That started it: the crowd did the rest.
Old Mat and Jim Silver waited on the outskirts of the hub-bub.
The American Ambassador and his tall dark daughter stood near by.
"What stories they tell," said the great man in his gentle way.