“Of course,” cried Sir Hilton, eagerly. “I see.”
“You’re yourself again. Now, one more word—that man has backed Jim Crow heavily. You understand?”
“Of course.”
“And Jim Crow’s rather a dangerous horse; but if you keep cool, and in your old form, the race is ours.”
“Yes; I feel it now.”
“Then you know. Keep her clear, and let her have her own old way.”
“Then I’m off yonder. You’ll meet me there. I’ve a hankering to be at her side, for fear of the possibility of anyone getting at her even now.”
“No fear of that. Off with you!”
Lady Tilborough held out her hand, and Granton entered quickly.
“Silk ho!” he cried.