“Let two or three of them in.”
Three came in. They stared at him. They uttered brief expressions of pity in slang. They said to Mr. Speedwell, “We wanted to see him. What is it—eh?”
“It’s a break-down in his health.”
“Bad training?”
“Athletic Sports.”
“Oh! Thank you. Good-evening.”
Mr. Speedwell’s answer drove them out like a flock of sheep before a dog. There was not even time to put the question to them as to who was to take him home.
“I’ll look after him, Sir,” said Perry. “You can trust me.”
“I’ll go too,” added the trainer’s doctor; “and see him littered down for the night.”
(The only two men who had “hedged” their bets, by privately backing his opponent, were also the only two men who volunteered to take him home!)