"I shall walk to Haydon Station and catch the early train to London. I got out there; there is a new station-master, he does not know me."
"That's more than ten miles," said Eli.
"It will do me good. I have not done much country walking lately."
"Will you leave me your address in town, I will take care no one sees it?" asked Eli.
Ulick wrote on a sheet in his pocket-book, and handed it to Eli, saying, "That address will always find me, no matter whether I am in London or otherwise. I always have my letters sent on, even if I am only away for a few days at a race meeting."
"Then you go in for racing?" said Eli, smiling.
"Yes, I have attended many meetings since I left Hazelwell."
"Do you bet?"
Ulick laughed, as he replied, "Sometimes, but I know too much about it to risk large sums. Between you and me, Eli, I own a couple of horses, one I daresay you have heard of, his name is the Saint."
"You own the Saint!" exclaimed Eli; "why, he was about the best of the two-year-olds last season."