“If The Dutchman were to get a touch of it, Porter would land the Derby with Lucretia, I fancy.”
“Or if they got it in their stable we'd be on Easy Street.”
“I suppose so. But Dixon's pretty sharp; he'll look out if he hears it's about. However, we've got to watch our own horse and let them do the same.”
XXVII
That evening Langdon and Jakey Faust were closeted together in a room of the former's cottage. An A1 piece of villainy was on, and they were conversing in low tones.
“It's a cinch for The Dutchman if it wasn't for that damn mare Lucretia,” Langdon observed, in an injured tone, as though somehow the mare's excellence was an unwarranted interference with his rights.
“What about the jock?” asked Faust.
“No good—can't be done. He's mooney on the gal.”
“Huh!” commented the Cherub. “Did you talk it over with the Boss? He's not a bad guy gettin' next a good thing.”