"Which do you like best?" asked Jack.
"I'm not much of a judge, but I prefer this one," replied the Captain, pointing to Jack's horse.
"The other one is the better favourite, but I rather fancy mine will beat him."
"What does the trainer think?"
"He's in a bit of a fix. Lucky Boy won the trial, and yet we all seem to fancy the other one."
"Then he carries my money," said Job. "What odds can I get?"
"About twenty to one," replied Jack.
"That beats Topsy Turvy," said Job. "I'll have a fiver on."
Jack laughed, and advised him to do his speculating at once, and he would wait for him.
The jockeys came up and mounted, and by this time the interest in the race had risen to fever heat.