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Chukkers was not the only one who seized the situation. The bookies absorbed it in a flash the outsider's form, the jockey's colours, the significance of both. It was Old Mat's horse Old Mat who had sprung surprises on the ring so often in his time. Rumour had always said that the horse was by Berserker. Then they had disbelieved. Now well, he looked it. Suddenly the ring went mad.
Chukkers was never known to express admiration or affection or even respect for his master. But the bond between them was intimate and profound. It was notorious that the jockey would throw over the Heir to the Throne himself at the last moment to ride for the little Levantine. And of late years it had been increasingly rare for him to sport any but the star-spangled jacket.
And little Fo'-Pound he winks to 'isself and rolls 'ome at the top of his form just anyhow. 'Alf a length the judges gave it, and a punishin' finish the papers called it. Jaggers didn't see it, and Chukkers wasn't ridin'. So there was nobody to tell no tales; an' they're puttin' him in at ten stone." "And the mare's got twelve-seven," said the young man meditatively.
"I'll do it in dollars twice over." "Thank you," said the scribe. Third Question. What price Mocassin? The name was received with groans. "Sevens if Chukkers rides," cried the cherub. "Tens if he don't." The answer was received with jeers. "Chukkers not ride!" "O' course he'll ride!" "He always has ridden her here and in the States and in Australia!"
The Americans, who had seen the cup of victory brought to their lips and snatched away again, roused by the threat to their favourite, responded wrathfully. Roar answered roar; New England thundered against Old. Chukkers, as always, had steadied the mare after her rush. Now he changed his tactics to meet the new situation.
If he wasn't so puffed up wiv himself, he'd do." "I saw he did Chukkers down at Sandown in the International," said the young man. "He did, sir. He did so," replied the little man. "One more up to Putnam's, that was." And he gave the story of how the Putnam's lad had beaten the crack in the big race.
"Regular conspiracy," said Jaggers censoriously. "Ought to be ashamed of themselves. Doin' down a pore man like that." The three moved out into the yard. A little later trainer and jockey stood in the gate of the yard and watched Joses shuffle away across the Downs. "He's all right," said Chukkers, sucking the ivory charm he always carried. "Ain't 'alf bitter."
"Forties," answered Chukkers, biting home. The little Levantine was surprised, as those Simian eyebrows of his revealed. "Forties!" he said. "I thought he was a hundred to one." "So he were a week since," answered Chukkers surlily. "Silver's been plankin' the dollars on." "Ah, that ain't all," said Jaggers gloomily. "The Ring knows something.
"No, sir, thank you," said the old man. "Mat's corner in the Grand Stand'll find me at home as usual come three o'clock." The Duke paused. He was still hunting the trail. "If you see Boy before the race, tell her we'll be glad if she cares to join us." The trainer shook his head. "Thank you kindly, your Grace. She always goes to the Stand by the Canal Turn when Chukkers is riding."
Ginger drove on discreetly. On a knoll, three hundred yards away, four men were standing. "There they are!" said Ginger. "Pretty, ain't they? specially Chukkers. I don't know who that fat feller is along of 'em." But Silver knew very well. The Queen of Kentucky The little group on the knoll came off the grass on to the road, close in talk. Jaggers was tall and attenuated.
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