"If ever I come into my own again, if ever my innocence is proved, I'll see to you and your mother for life, and I'll promise to do all I can for Bill, your brother."
Brack's face glowed.
"Damn me but you're a man!" he said and seized his hand. "I forgot, I'm a fool," he added, as the man winced. The pain from Brack's honest grip was intense.
"I will tell you my name. You may have heard it before—we receive news sometimes—my brother is a famous rider. You are a bit of a sportsman?"
"I am," said Brack. "I've had a tip for the races here, for the double, and I've got ten bob to put on; the gentleman who's goin' to ride gave it me. He says to me as I left the yacht—I'd rowed him out there—he says, 'Here, Brack, there's half a sov. for you. Back The Rascal for the double.' And I mean to."
"The Rascal?"
"That's the name of the horse—funny, isn't it?"
"Who was the gentleman?"
"The owner of the Sea-mew, the yacht lying at anchor in the bay."
"The yacht with such beautiful lines, painted white? I just saw her as I came along by the wall before I met you, my good friend."