Captain Seagrave was in a good humour. The seventy pounds he had won was safely locked up in his chest.
"I did all right, Sam. By Jove, young Redland can ride; it was a clinking race. I was in a deuce of a funk at one time, thought my money was gone, but he pulled through all right at the finish. I'll tell you what, Sam, we'll get in a few delicacies for the voyage. You'll go your share, I am sure."
"Certainly, but I only had five pounds on, and won twenty."
"A whole fiver! Where did it come from?"
"The office. I bled them; got a bit on account. It was like drawing a back tooth, but I managed it."
The skipper looked at him admiringly. He knew Sharp and Co. were not given to ostentatious displays of liberality.
"You are cleverer than I thought you were. How did you manage it?"
"Gave them your tip."
"You told Sharp I was backing Topsy Turvy?"
"I did. Moreover, I said you had persuaded Mac to follow your lead, and Sharp said if Mac thought it was worth a bit, he'd have a trifle on himself; and he did."