"Yes, his foot has swelled so that I had to cut his boot off. He's lying on a bale of hay, and in great pain."
"Then he won't ride Warrior to-day?"
"He can't."
"What are you going to do about it?" asked the man.
"He wants you to take the mount and will pay you well. He knows you are a good rider."
"I'm not going to risk breaking my neck, by riding a beast with such a temper as Warrior," replied the man.
"You're a fool."
"Maybe so, in your estimation, but I'm not tired of my life yet. Why, I would not cross that brute's back in a flat race, let alone a steeple-chase. Mr. Van Hoosen is the only one who can manage him, and perhaps he'd come to grief at the first steep fence."
"Then we shall have to withdraw him," said the trainer sadly.
"That's all you can do."