“How much?”
“Perhaps two or three hundred pounds; I don’t know exactly.”
“But don’t you earn money at your trade. I thought jockeys were well paid.”
“The fees, you mean? They are good enough. Only you see that as I am still serving my time, Mr. Vandy takes all the fees, and I only get my wages.”
“That is a shame,” said Huey.
“Yes, it’s very wrong; very unchristian, I often think.”
“Did you not say your master’s name was Vandy?”
“Yes.
“Jack Vandy, of Randwick, the trainer?”
“Yes, that’s his name, and where he lives.”