"Yes, it is some time since I gave Fred May a turn. By the way, he has got hold of a champion in the Saint. That must have been a splendid race at Kempton. I wonder who Mr. Lanark is?"
"A new recruit to the turf," said Eli, smiling, "and he has made a rare good start." "He little thinks his son owns the Saint," thought Eli.
"He has got into the right hands. Fred May is thoroughly honest. Mr. Lanark, whoever he is, may congratulate himself. I wonder if he would sell the Saint?" said the Squire, half to himself.
Eli smiled; he thought it would be a curious thing if the Squire bought his son's horse. It occurred to him this might be the means of bringing them together.
"I should think it would be a difficult matter to induce him to part with him," said Eli.
"There can be no harm in trying," said the Squire. "I like the Saint's breeding; he would do well for the stud."
"Why not run down to Fred May's and see what can be done?" said Eli. "It will be a change for you."
"I think it will, and you had better come with me. I ought to write and let him know we are coming."
"I will do it to save you the trouble," said Eli.
"Very well, fix it for next Thursday, if that will suit Mr. Lanark, providing he is willing to sell," replied the Squire.