"Out with it," said Dick.
"I give yer the winner of the Leger three year runnin', and it's forgotten. Lor' bless us, what memories young gents has!" growled Brack.
Dick laughed heartily as he said: "So you did, old man. You're a real good tipster for the Yorkshire race."
"So I ought'er be. Don't I hail from there? I can always scent a Leger winner, smell 'em like I can the salt from the sea, comes natural somehow," said Brack, as he moved away and allowed Dick to step in. He pulled with long steady strokes and was soon out of the inner harbor, making for the yacht.
"By jove, this is a lovely morning!" said Dick, looking at the glorious hills he knew so well.
"Nowt like Yorkshire," growled Brack.
Dick laughed as he said: "You're a lucky man to be at Torquay, all the same; much warmer, fine climate."
"Hot as——," said Brack with a grunt.
"You haven't told me your news," said Dick.
"It'll keep," said Brack.