"Can't say for certain. He's been thick with Jane Thrush for a long time; they go out together. She's been in his motor to Nottingham. Can't think what Tom's about to allow it."
"He'd be a good match for her, eh?" asked Fred.
"I'm none so sure about that. What do you say, Sam?" asked Abel.
"I don't know much about the man. Jane's a very pretty girl; she's quite good enough for him," said Sam.
"I wish I could fathom him," said Abel. "He's mysterious; them roads and maps is all a blind, I feel sure."
"What makes you think so?" asked Sam.
"Nothing in particular. He keeps on tracing and tracking, and marking out spots in red ink, but I can't make head or tail of 'em," said Abel.
"Leaves them about, does he?" asked the trainer.
"Sometimes."
"There can't be much harm in what he's doing," said Fred.