"I can't compete with the Baron."
When the tapes went up Evelyn jumped off in front, racing down the slope at a great pace.
Fred Skane had said it was the best thing of the meeting and he proved right. It was marvelous how the flying filly galloped; there was no fault in her movements. Tommy sat still, letting her run her own race. It was her first appearance and she showed no signs of nervousness.
She lead from start to finish, winning in a canter by five lengths in very fast time; a great performance, recognized and cheered as such.
"It was good of you, Alan, to call such a flyer Evelyn," said Eve.
CHAPTER VII
A WALK AND A TALK
Carl Meason was active, traveling about the country in his motor, waxing enthusiastic over the scenery, expatiating to Abel Head on the beauties of Nottinghamshire.
"Never been on such roads; they are splendid. You can go the pace, there's plenty of room, not too much traffic. I like to bowl along without endangering lives. I'm a careful driver and avoid danger."
At night he still worked at his maps, the occupation being congenial.