“Oh, he’ll find a jockey some place. They’ll bridle the horse some way, and once on his back one jockey will ride him as well as another.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” said Jimmy, “but maybe you’re right.”
“I know I am. It has been done many a time. Well, how does the plan strike you?”
“And you say,” said Jimmy, “that if I am successful, you will pay me $500?”
“Yes; as soon as the race is over.”
“Then I accept.”
“Good. I thought you would come to your senses.”
Shirley had listened in horror to this conversation. She could scarcely believe her ears. She had never dreamed that Jimmy would come to this. And she scolded herself roundly, for she believed it was all her fault.
“I brought him to this,” she told herself. “Now I shall have to save him.”
With a sudden movement she pushed open the door and stepped inside.