Again Shirley nodded.
“Good. I don’t need to go into details, but what I want is this: I want you to see that Gabriel does not win the Derby. In other words, I want you to ‘pull’ him.”
“Pull him!” echoed Shirley.
This was a language she did not understand.
“Yes. Surely you know what pulling means?”
“Well, no, not exactly,” replied Shirley hesitatingly.
“What kind of a jockey do you call yourself?” sneered Jones. “By pulling I mean holding Gabriel back so that some other horse may finish ahead of him.”
“I see,” said Shirley. “And have you selected the horse that is to win the race?”
“Yes. Jupiter, owned by the bookmakers.”