“Guv’nor all right?” Ingram asked casually.
“Much as usual.”
“Going to take a look at the Demon colt? I’m on my way to the Upper Paddock myself.”
Raymond had meant to take a look at the colt on which his present ambitions were centred, but he had no wish to do so in Ingram’s presence. He replied: “No, I haven’t time. I’ve got to get to Bodmin.”
“Oh! Did Weens show you that quarter-piece?”
“Yes.”
“Dam’ bad,” remarked Ingram, easing his game leg a little. “If you’re going into Bodmin, you might tell Gwithian’s to send me up another dozen of lager. Save me a journey.”
“All right,” Raymond said. “Nothing wanted here?”
“Not that I know of:’ Ingram eyed him shrewdly. “Bank again?” he inquired laconically.
Raymond nodded, scowling. “Going the pace a bit, isn’t he?”