"I can't give any reasons, sir, but to-morrow my bit for the Cup goes on
this fellow."
"It will be a surprise for a lot of people if he wins."
"It's good for 'em to be surprised sometimes," said Bricky.
Jack Redland called at the trainer's the same night, and Joel told him
what Bricky had said.
"It's curious," said Jack, "but I cannot get it out of my head about
Black Boy, I feel sure he will run well and beat Barry's horse."
"Have you heard from Mr. Tuxford?" asked the trainer.
"No, he has hardly had time to write."
"He must be a long way from here?"
"He is," replied Jack, smiling, and the trainer said--
"It is no use trying to trap you."
"Not a bit," said Jack.
"He has left everything in our hands," said the trainer, "but it would
be far more satisfactory if he were here, or even if we could
communicate with him."
"I am afraid that also is impossible. A telegram would not reach him,
besides what is there to wire about?"
"Nothing, when you come to think of it," answered Joel.
"We must give orders for both horses to be ridden out, and then we shall
discover which is really the better of the pair. I confess the solution
of that question interests me as much as the result of the race itself."
"And so it does me, and I am not at all sure, Mr. Redland, that the
second string will not win," replied the trainer.