"I will, and thank you. It was kind to give me ten pounds."
"You deserve it, and you shall have more, Brack. If my filly wins to-day you shall have a hundred pounds and a new boat."
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Brack. "A hundred pounds! It's as much as I've saved all the time I've been in Torquay—and a new boat, it's too much, far too much."
"No, it isn't. Remember what you risked for us."
"That's him, isn't it?" said Brack, pointing to Hector, who had his back to them. "I recognize his build."
"I'm glad no one else has," said Picton. "Yes, that's he."
Hector, turning round, saw Brack, came up, and spoke to him. Picton said: "This is Mr. Rolfe, William Rolfe, you understand?"
Brack nodded as he said: "He's changed. I'd hardly have known his face."
It was before the second race that Hector met Lenise Elroy in the paddock with her friends. She was not present on the first day and, strange to say, he missed her society. It startled him to recognize this. Surely he was not falling into her toils, coming under her spell, for the second time, and after all he had suffered through her! Of course not; it was because of the revenge burning in him that he was disappointed. How beautiful she was, and how gracefully she walked across the paddock; she was perfectly dressed, expensively, but in good taste. She was recognized by many people, some of whom knew her past, and looked askance at her.
Hector went toward her. She saw him and a bright smile of welcome lit up her face.