"Why not ride as a professional jockey? You would find plenty of employment and make a heap of money."
"I should not mind it at all for myself," he replied.
"And who else have you to consider?"
"Some one very dear to me; I cannot tell you who it is."
"I think I can guess," replied the trainer smiling. He had noticed how Jack and Winifred were attached to each other.
"Please do not try, but if you know, keep it to yourself. I must make money—do something—and there is no chance for me here."
"You will not be going for a month or two?" asked Caleb anxiously.
"No, not for two or three months."
"I am glad of that; you'll be able to ride Topsy Turvy again at Lewes, and win on him, I hope."
"Is Sir Lester going to run him again in the Southdown Welter?"