“What other means could you use?” he said.
“Plenty,” was the reply. “I might dope the horse, or shoot him in the leg, or I might even burn the stable.”
Jimmy shuddered.
“You wouldn’t do that,” he said.
“Wouldn’t I?” exclaimed Jones. “Don’t try me. I will go the limit to make sure that Gabriel doesn’t win. Now, what is your answer?”
Jimmy drew himself up.
“The same as it was yesterday,” he said quietly. “You can’t buy me.”
“I can’t, eh?” exclaimed Jones, springing to his feet. “Let me ask you something. Suppose you should disappear; who would ride Gabriel in the Derby?”
Jimmy was frightened.
“Why, I don’t know,” he replied. “Nobody but me can ride Gabriel. But why do you ask that?”