"Yes, sir."
"Hammer the big triangle there till two. Then—let me see again. Know how to ride a horse?"
"Oh, yes," replied Andy eagerly.
"All right, at two o'clock report for the jockey ring section at the horse tent. They'll hand you a costume."
Scripps wrote a number on a red ticket and handed this to Andy—his pass as an employee. Just then a newcomer bundled up the steps unceremoniously, a red-faced, fussy old fellow.
"Mail's in," he announced. "Give me the O.K."
Scripps fumbled in a drawer of his desk and brought out a rubber stamp and pad.
"Mind your eye, Rip," he observed, casting a scrutinizing look over the intruder.
"Which eye?" demanded the old fellow.
"The one that sees a bottle and glass the quickest."