“Somebody as knows how to ride,” he said, oracularly. “You 'll see to-morrow.”
As he turned away the lender muttered an oath of disappointment The next moment he examined something curiously. Then he put it to his ear, and then in his pocket with a look of deep satisfaction.
“Well, I 'll make this anyhow.”
When Robin came out of the shop, for the first time in twenty years he was without his big gold watch. He passed back by the secretary's office, and paid down the sum necessary to enter a horse in the next day's steeplechase. The clerk looked toward the door.
“Don't you know the sun is down?”
“De sun down! 'Tain't nothin' but de cloud. De sun 's a quarter of a hour high.” Robin walked to the door.
“What time is it by your watch?”
“Hit 's edzactly seven—” His back was to the official.
“Humph!” grunted the clerk. “Don't you know——”
“—lackin' six——”