“Jim,” he said gently, “about those horses–––”
“Guess you won’t need them now?”
Thorpe looked up into the grizzled face with a half ironical smile, but without displeasure.
“Peter, you had me beat from the start.”
But Peter shook his head.
“It’s you who’ve won to-day, boy. Guess you’ve beat the devil in you to a hash. Yes; I need those horses, an’ you can get ’em for me from McLagan.”