"Not at present. You may get an inkling at Doncaster, if you keep your eyes open; but I expect all your attention will be riveted on Tearaway," said Hector.
"That's highly probable. One doesn't own a Leger winner every year," said Picton.
"Then you think she is sure to win?"
"Certain, and Sir Robert won't hear of her defeat. He has backed her to win a large stake, and he's jubilant about it."
"It seems strange she does not shorten in the betting," said Hector.
"I don't take much notice of that; she's not a public performer, and it is a field above the average. If it had leaked out about the trial it would have been different, but we have a good lot of lads at Haverton; they know how to hold their tongues," said Picton.
"I'll tell you what, Pic, I'd like to let old Brack know. Wouldn't the dear old boy rejoice at getting on a twenty-five to one chance; he'd think more of it than anything. Brackish, boatman, Torquay, would find him," said Hector.
"He shall know," said Picton. "I'll tell you what, it would be a joke to get him to Doncaster for the St. Leger. I'll send Rose down to hunt him up and bring him."
"I'm afraid Rose would look askance at Brack, he's such a highly superior person," said Hector.
"I fancy Brack would break his reserve down before they reached Doncaster," said Picton. "I shall send him, anyway."