"You think you are very clever, no doubt," he said. "As it happens, everything has turned out for the best, but you might have got into trouble had it been otherwise."
"We had not much doubt about succeeding, or we should not have risked it," said Eli. "I am sure you are not sorry we did so."
"No, we are perfectly satisfied," replied the Squire, "and you both deserve credit for all you have done."
The trainer sent for another bottle of champagne, and the Squire and Ulick joined them.
"There is no chance of buying the Saint, Mr. Lanark says," remarked the Squire, smiling; "but as the horse is in the family I do not see that it matters much. One thing you must promise me, when he has finished racing you will send him to the Hazelwell stud."
"With pleasure," replied his son. "But he will stand a lot of training."
"I shall be surprised if he is not running as an aged horse," said the trainer, "for I never saw one with better legs or a sounder constitution; he is built for work, and cannot have too much of it. I only wish he was in the Derby, he is the very horse for that race."
"Let us go and see him," said the Squire. And they went towards the stables.
"I wonder what my father will think of his colour?" said Ulick to the trainer.
"It will surprise him, and he will be disappointed as you were, until he looks him over," was the reply.