"He's the rummiest coloured beggar I ever rode or saw," said Ben.
"Bar his colour, what do you think of him?" asked May.
"He's an out-and-out good one, and as game as they make 'em. If it came to a match between him and the Derby winner I would back him, provided I rode him."
"That's a pretty tall order," said Ulick.
"It would come off, you can take my word for it," he replied.
A friend came up to Ulick, and they walked away together. After some conversation as to the merits of the Saint's victory, he said—
"How are you going back to town—by train?"
"Yes," replied Ulick.
"I have to go on to Windsor. Drive with me to Feltham and go to Waterloo from there, unless you will come with me?"
Ulick thanked him, said he would drive to Feltham, but declined to go to Windsor.