"Awful job, this war," growled Sam; "upsets everything. I've lost four of my best men, and some of the others want to join up."
"Can't wonder at it. We'll need every man we have to win outright."
"Suppose we shall," said Sam. "All the same it's hard lines on a chap when he's used to the men and they're used to him."
In the evening they walked to Little Trent and went into the Sherwood Inn for a chat with Abel Head, who gave them a cordial welcome. They were favorites, and he liked a talk about racing. While they were chatting, a motor horn was heard and Abel said:
"That's Meason coming back. He's earlier than usual."
The trainer and Sam had heard of Carl Meason and were aware of Abel's opinion about him.
"He's making a long stay with you," said Fred.
"I'm about tired of him, although I'll not deny he's a good customer and pays his way," said Abel.
Carl Meason looked into the snuggery as he was passing the door.
"Come in," said Sam. "You may as well join us."