“Great Scott! Gabriel is going to run.”
Mabel turned and glanced at the speaker. It was Jones, and even as Mabel looked he turned upon the man beside him.
“I thought you told me you had fixed the jockey!” he exclaimed.
“I did,” he declared. “I knocked him cold.”
“Then how is it that he is in the race?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see how it is possible. Maybe they got another boy at the last minute.”
Jones looked long through his field glasses.
“No. It’s the same,” he declared.
Again he whirled upon the man angrily.
“You have betrayed me,” he cried.