"Talk of favourites!" he said; "I'd sooner pay over the three first favourites than this one—thirty, twenty to one starting price, and the whole town onto him; it's enough to break any man…. Now, my men, what is it?" he said, turning to the railway porters.
"Just the trifle me and my mates 'av won over that 'ere 'orse."
"What was it?"
"A shilling at five and twenty to one."
"Look it out, Joey. Is it all right?"
"Yes, sir; yes, sir," said the clerk.
And old Watkins slid his hand into his breeches pocket, and it came forth filled with gold and silver.
"Come, come, mates, we are bound to 'ave a bet on him for the
Chesterfield—we can afford it now; what say yer, a shilling each?"
"Done for a shilling each," said the under-porter; "finest 'orse in training…. What price, Musser Watkins?"
"Ten to one."