“The truth is, if you once make yourself a rascal to serve a rich man he never likes to see you under his nose any more.
“About a month after this the ‘bruiser,’ whom I had never seen before the race, sends a gig over for me from the next market town, and when I gets there, ‘Well,’ says he, ‘my lord is going to sell his stud, and bids me say that he shall not want your services any more. He has sent you fifty pounds as a present.’ He handed me a note for that amount, which you may be sure I collared.
“‘Well, I am sorry he’s going to part with his stud,’ said I.
“‘It’s a pity a young fellow like you should lose a good berth,’ observed the ‘bruiser.’ ‘I am, however, glad to say that I’ve got you a situation in one of the first breeders’ establishments in the kingdom.’
“Then, pointing to a thick-set man in the room, he said, ‘This person will drive you to the place with this letter, and you’ll be all right—better off, indeed, than you were in your old place.’
“I assented, and he placed me in charge of the little man whom he called Jim. He was a well-known tool of the ‘bruiser’s.’
“‘What sort of a shop is this you are a takin’ me to?’ said I to my companion.
“‘Oh! it is as right as the mail,’ answered he in a cheerful tone. ‘Good as gold—that’s what it is. If you mind what’s said to you, and keep your eye on the main chance, you will be made for life. You’ll find it far better than serving a lord.’
“I did not like to inquire any further, but made up my mind to wait patiently till I knew more about matters, but could not help thinking, however, that there was something in the wind. The next day I went with him about fifty or sixty miles off to my new situation, which I was told was a topping establishment—the biggest one there was in the sporting world.
“‘What will be my duties?’ I inquired of Jim.