"Do you think he will ever race again?" asked May.
"I don't fancy he will, but I shall, and I should not mind speculating in something useful and handing it over to your care," replied Ulick.
"You really mean it?" said Fred May.
"Of course I do," laughed Ulick.
"Then I know where you can buy a youngster that will come out at the top of the tree, and if he is well-trained will make a grand three-year-old."
"A two-year-old now?" asked Ulick.
"Yes; he is by Father Confessor out of Hilda, and is known as the Saint. He has not run yet, but you can accept my word for it he is a flyer. He's at Epsom, at Lowland Lodge, and we can have a look at him after the races."
"Is the figure high? I do not wish to give a big price, and I would have rather bought a three or four-year-old," said Ulick.
"Buy the Saint if you can, you will never regret it," said the trainer.
After the races they walked down to Lowland Lodge and inspected the Saint.