"Then you expect to bring off the double with him?" said Picton.
"Yes, and if you do not, Sis says she'll never speak to you again."
"Then I'll do it if I die in the attempt," said Picton.
"Don't be heroic, no one wants you to die. You can kill The Rascal if you like, but promise me to come off unscathed," said Dick, laughing.
"I'll try," said Picton.
"Pitcher ought to win the Maiden Hurdle Race, and Planet the St. Marychurch Hurdle Race. Now you have a nice little program mapped out for you, and I fancy you'll win the four events. If you do, it will be a day for rejoicing at Torwood, and the wearer of the pink jacket will be an honored guest if he cares to desert the Sea-mew for my humble abode."
"Dick, you're incorrigible," said Picton, laughing. "You really expect to win four races?"
"I do; Gordon won the lot at a meeting not far away on one occasion."
"That's quite possible—he's a good rider."
"So are you."