“No, sir—not very near.”
“What time can you let me in?”
“You come to the big doors about ten o’clock. Den if any one sees you dey’ll think you’re one of de men working around there.”
“That’s just the thing. When I get in point out Denver Bay’s stall, and go away as if nothing had happened.”
“Is de Bay goin’ to win de race to-morrow?[{48}]”
“I hope so.”
“I hope so, too. He’s a dandy horse.”
After some further conversation the detective let the boy out of the carriage, and a few moments later left it himself.
The night was quite dark, and the lights still burning about the stables had very little effect at ten o’clock, when the detective made his appearance at the place indicated by the boy.
The jockey was in waiting for him, and soon had him snugly stowed away under Denver Bay’s manger.