"It's a her, not a he."
"Whose is she?"
"Mr. Woodridge's, Picton Woodridge's."
"The gentleman who rode four winners here last Easter, and won the double on The Rascal?"
"The same, and he's given me the tip."
"Nonsense!"
"Gospel," said Brack.
"You must have come into a fortune; it'll cost you a pot of money going to Doncaster."
"Mr. Woodridge is paying my expenses. He kind o' took a likin' to me when he was here; I rowed him to his yacht several times. He's one of the right sort, he is," said Brack.
"You're in luck's way," said the porter he had addressed as Tommy.