Nothing more was said about the Saint until after dinner, when Fred May remarked that they might as well go and see if the ugly-coloured customer looked any better in his new box.
"I am afraid the change of boxes will not improve him," said Ulick, "but we can go and see."
The Saint was quite at home in his quarters, and the lad who brought him from Lowland Lodge said he was as quiet as an old sheep.
"That is another point in his favour," said May. "There will be no trouble with the starting machine in his case."
Ulick half wished he had bought him, more especially as the trainer seemed so satisfied with his bargain.
"Do you really think he will make a good horse?" asked Ulick, when they were in the house again.
"I am as certain of it as anyone can be over such ticklish things as racehorses. I never saw a much better shaped colt, and he's cheap enough at the price."
"I almost wish I had bought him," said Ulick.
"You can have him at the price I paid if you wish," said May.
"That would hardly be fair to you," replied Ulick. "I must give you something for your trouble. If you had not had the courage to buy him, despite his colour, I should not have the chance perhaps now."