"Whose horse is that?" he asked as he came up with him.
"Mr. Tuxford's, and I am taking him to your stables."
"That's curious; it was lucky I came up when I did, or he might have got away from you. So that's Lucky Boy, is it? He does not look a bad sort; a better quality than I expected."
The trainer watched the horse carefully as they went down the hill, and the more he saw of his movements the better he liked him.
When they arrived at the stables Bricky handed Jack's note to the trainer, and scrutinised his face as he read it.
"He wants you to stay and look after the horse," said Joel. "We have no room, but I daresay you can sleep out."
"I'll manage that if you'll allow me to attend to him," said Bricky eagerly.
"It is some time since you undertook work of this kind?"
"But you know I can look after a horse as well if not better than some of the younger ones."
"Yes, I think you can, and I would far sooner have you in my stable than a stranger. Bring him round to this box."