"Oh, you've been thinking, have you?" smiled Caylesham. "Come a mucker then, I suppose?"
"I—I miscalculated. Well, we must all learn by experience."
"Devilish lucky if we can!"
"There's no other way," Blake insisted.
"Have I said there is?" He looked at Blake in an amused knowledge. "Going in for the straight thing this time?"
Half in pride, half in shame, Blake answered:
"Yes."
"Quite right too!" Caylesham was very approving.
"Well, if you say so——" began Blake, laughing.
"Quite right for you, I mean." There was a touch of contempt somewhere in his tone. "But don't forget what I've been saying. It's double harness, my boy! Pace, my boy, and temper, and the feel—the feel! All the things a fellow never thinks about!"