"He is that," replied Boy, with a friendly slap.
They left the loose-box, Billy Bluff attending them.
Monkey Brand, his back ostentatiously toward them, was on watch at the door.
He heard them coming down the gangway and turned shyly.
Then he touched his hat.
The girl took his hand and shook it with a will.
Jim Silver followed suit.
"Very please, Miss, I'm sure," gulped the old jockey.
The little man drew Silver mysteriously aside.
"Only one thing, sir," he said. "That little mistake o' yours about the copper's nark. I'm goin' to forget all about that now."