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"The first question that arises h'out of h'our lesson to-day," she began quietly, "is this 'ere 'What price Four-Pound-the-Second? Now think afore you answers, there's good little fellers." It was Jerry who held up his hand. The girl pointed at him. "You there, Jerry me boy." "Depends on who rides him, Mrs. Chukkers," he said. There was a deadly silence.
'She likes a lot o' room. So do Chukkers." Just clear of the course outside the rails, under the Embankment, a little group of police made a dark blue knot about the stretcher on which Boy Braithwaite had been taken from the course. As the brown horse swept hard by the group a blob of yellow thrust up suddenly above the rails amid the blue. It was too much even for Four-Pound.
The letter in question informed Old Mat that Joses had come straight from Portland to Dewhurst; that Chukkers had come down from London by the eleven-twenty-seven; that Ikey had been expected but had not turned up, and that the six-forty-two had taken Joses on to Cuckmere. After the trial gallop, and the meeting with the fat man on the hill, Old Mat showed the letter to Silver.
And many of his wins have become historic; notably the Grand National in the year of Sedan when Merry Andrew, who had three legs and one lung, so the story went, won for him by two lengths; and thirty years later Cannibal's still more astounding victory in the same race, when Monkey Brand out-jockeyed Chukkers Childers, the American crack, in one of the most desperate set-to's in the annals of Aintree.
What's he brought back this journey? a pink-eyed broncho from the Prairees bought for ten cents from a Texas cow-puncher, and guaranteed to show the English plugs the way to move." Joses wagged a shaggy head. If to retain a sense of humour is still to possess something of a soul, then the fat man was not entirely lost. "You love Chukkers, don't you?" he said.
"Same as you do when I get talkin' to ye!" retorted the little jockey. There was a roar of laughter at the expense of the joker, who turned suddenly nasty. "Who said Chukkers?" he cried. There was an instant of silence, and then some groans. "Not me," replied the little jockey grimly. A snigger rippled through the crowd. "What you done with your old friend this time, Monkey?" somebody asked.
As it came to the gate, Chukkers, on his way to his motor, passed it. "He deserves all he's got," he said. "He's a bad un." "He's served you pretty well, anyway," answered Jim angrily. The Fat Man Takes His Ticket
And it was notorious that the Three J's never gave except where they got. Indeed, one of the funniest scenes at the trial took place when Ikey Aaronsohnn, who it was said had returned post-haste from America for the purpose, Jaggers, and Chukkers, one after the other, stood up in the witness-box and gave evidence solemnly as to the character of the accused.
The moods of the three men were various and characteristic: Jaggers glum and uncertain, Ikey confident, Chukkers grim. "Who's riding the Putnam horse?" asked Ikey. "Albert Edward," Jaggers replied. Chukkers removed his charm from his mouth. "I ain't afraid o' him," he said. "He's never rode this course afore. It'll size him up." "What's the price o' Four-Pound?" asked Ikey.
The Putnam horse marched by, blowing his nose, and in front of the Grand Stand gave a playful little buck as much as to say: "I would if I could, but I won't." Then Chukkers swung round and led the horses back to the starting-point. "Only one thing I wish," muttered Old Mat in his companion's ear. "I wish there'd been rain in the night. Twelve-stun-three'd steady Miss Mustang through the dirt."
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