Jack Redland was also in the trainer's good books. He knew Jack was regarded as a failure, but in his opinion no man who could ride as he did came under that category. When Jack won the Southdown Open Welter Handicap on Topsy Turvy, Caleb declared no professional jockey could have done as much.
"Davis rode him at Brighton," said the trainer, "and he ran a perfect brute. With Mr. Redland up he behaved himself; he knew there was a rider on his back. Failure is he! Bosh! he's only to take to the profession to make a fortune."
Eager to impart his newly formed resolution to Sir Lester, Jack Redland went to The Downs the following day.
"Winifred says I was rather hard on you yesterday," said Sir Lester, "but as you have come again to-day I suppose you consider my remarks were quite in order and to the point."
"They generally are," said Jack laughing.
"Dad says what he means as a rule," said Winifred smiling.
"I had an adventure after I left you last night," he said. "It actually made me think."
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Sir Lester.
"Fact, I assure you. It was a mild sort of adventure, but it seems likely to have serious consequences."
Winifred was interested, and eager to hear the news. Jack explained how he met the gypsy woman, and what she said to him.