“We must prevent their meeting,” said Mabel.
“But how?” demanded Shirley, in excited tones.
“We’ll see what can be done,” said Wolfe.
He arose and went quickly to the stable, where he engaged Jimmy in conversation. Jimmy should not leave his sight until Jones had taken his departure, Wolfe said to himself.
Meantime Mr. Willing and Jones were holding a friendly conversation on the front porch. Shirley and Mabel strolled into the parlor, where, through the open window, they could hear all that was being said.
“Yes, sir,” said Jones, “it is regarded as a forgone conclusion that Gabriel will win the Derby. I’m backing him myself. Jupiter is the only other entry that has a chance.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” returned Mr. Willing. “I am counting on Gabriel winning. If he loses—well, I don’t mind telling you, it will hurt.”
“I suppose you are backing him strong?”
“No,” said Mr. Willing, “I’m not. To tell the truth, I am through betting.”
“Through betting?” asked Jones, in greatest surprise.