"Won't you come inside and see Mr. Van Hoosen, sir?"
"It is not necessary. I—I don't care to disturb him. Besides, there is no time to be lost. There goes the bell to clear the course, again, and most of the horses are in the paddock."
"Who shall I tell master is riding the horse, sir?"
"Say Mr. Smith," replied Jack, who wished to keep his identity concealed from Mr. Van Hoosen.
The trainer led the way to the stables; the jockey's dress was brought and put on; Warrior was led out. He was a powerful horse, well-bred and in every respect a magnificent animal. He threw his ears back and kicked out viciously as if to show his temper.
"What are you going to do, Jack?" asked Harvey.
"Ride the beauty," was the reply.
"He's no lamb, if I'm any judge. Look at his ugly eye."
Jack patted Warrior's neck, saying, "Soho! my lad. Steady!" When he sprung into the saddle, grasped the reins firmly and received the whip from the trainer.
"Be careful how you use the spur, sir," exclaimed the latter.