Boy Woodburn came swiftly into the yard, her troop at her heels.
She marked the truant in the door.
"Well, Albert," she said. "We missed you."
"He's too stuck up wiv 'isself to pray to Gob any more," mocked Jerry, stopping while the girl went on into the stable.
"He thinks he can do it all on his own wivout no 'elp from no one," sneered Stanley. "Albert does."
Albert swaggered forward.
"Say!" he said to Jerry. "Was it you or me won the National?"
"Neever," answered Jerry. "It was Miss Boy."
"Did she ride him, then?" asked Albert.
Jerry shot his face forward. All the other lads were at his back.