"How about the weight?" said the trainer, stumbling and gasping.
"All right; two pounds over weight," said the clerk of the scales.
"Declare it," said Fred.
"Two pounds over," shouted the Major; "up with it on the board, owner up, don't stand there gaping. Bandmaster's the horse—fly! God bless my soul, what a surprise it will be!"
Alan pitched his cap in a corner.
"You've spurs on, don't use them."
"All right," said Alan.
"And I say, mind the water jumps—they're stiff."
"All right," said Alan as he was rushing out, the trainer on his heels shouting hints and instructions.
"Something's causing delay," said the Baron, noticing three or four horses still in the paddock.