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She came by at that swift pattering walk of hers like a girl going marketing as her lovers said amid the comments of her admirers. "She's all right, sure!" "Don't she nip along?" "He looks grim, Chukkers do." "Yes; he's for it this time." "They've injected her American style." "Never!" "They have, my son. Trust Jaggers. Can't leave it to Nature. Must always go one better."
He turned on his lame leg. "Anyway, we know now where we are, Mr. Moses Joses." After the incident in the Post Office Joses dropped his easel and went about with field-glasses unashamed. To give him his due, there were few better watchers in the trade. A man of education and great natural ability, he was quite unscrupulous as to how he achieved his end. As Chukkers said of him: "He gets there.
There's a tidy drop there, sir, as you may remember. Chukkers lost his stirrup, and was crawling about on her withers. I hove up alongside agin'. He saw me comin' and made a shockin' face. 'Clear! he screams, 'or I'll welt you across the monkey mug! And just then, blest if old Cannibal didn't make another mistake and cannon into him agin'. That spilt him proper! Oh, my, Mr. Silver! my!
Kingfisher staggered under the shock, recovered, and came sailing up once more, as it might have been deliberately, alongside the mare. Chukkers leaned far out and slashed the oncoming bay across the face; and the crowds on the Embankment and in the saloon-carriages on the railway heard distinctly the swish-swish of the falling whip. A groan of satisfaction went up from the taut onlookers.
And I told the Stewards I was very sorry the fall had gone to 'is 'ead. Only little Bertie Butler him with the squint, what won the Sefton this year, you know who'd been following Chukkers he says to me: 'Next time you're goin' to play billiards with Chukkers, Mr. Brand, tip us the wink, will you?" The Paddock Close The girl's voice broke in on them. "I'm going home now," she cried abruptly.
The worst of us have our redeeming features. And Chukkers with all his crude defects possessed at least one outstanding virtue faithfulness to the man who had made him.
The reference was to the fact that Monkey's old-time enemy, the vanquished of Cannibal's National fifteen years before, Chukkers, the greatest of cross-country riders, was an American citizen of uncertain origin. The thrust was received with a fresh outburst from the hilarious crowd. Monkey Brand's relations with his "old friend" were well known to all. The little jockey prepared to dismount.
"Nipper's beat for the distance!" came the cry. "Brown horse wins! Green jacket loses!" The Grand Stand saw it. Chukkers saw it, too. His eyes were fixed on his rival's face like the talons of a vulture in his prey. They never stirred; they never lifted. He came pressing up alongside his enemy insistent, clinging, ruthless as a stoat. Silver could have screamed.
The little procession entered, Billy Bluff at the heels of the great horse, striking fire in the dusk from the cobbled yard. "He's to look after Chukkers, I suppose," said the yard-man grimly, pleased at his own generosity, well satisfied with his wit, and fairly so with Albert's tribute to it. "He's to look after my horse," said Boy resolutely.
He told the tale slowly, rolling it in the mouth, as it were. "Chukkers went on by himself. Nobody near him. Thought he'd done it that time. Only where it was Boomerang snap his leg at the last fence. Yes, sir," mystically, "there's One above all right sometimes, 'tall events." "And you?" said Silver. The little jockey thrust out his left leg.
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