But, beyond that, he is a dear, lovable old fellow, of whom I am amazingly fond." "Hum-m-m! And Lady Wilding and Mr.Sharpless--do they, too, disapprove of racing ?" "Quite to the contrary.

Both are enthusiastic upon the subject, and both have the utmost faith in Black Riot's certainty of winning.

Lady Wilding is something more than attached to the mare; and as for Mr.Sharpless, he is so upset over these rascally attempts that every morning when the steel room is opened and the animal taken out, although nothing ever happens in the daylight, he won't let her get out of his sight for a single instant until she is groomed and locked up for the night.

He is so incensed, so worked up over this diabolical business, that I verily believe if he caught any stranger coming near the mare he'd shoot him in his tracks." "Hum-m-m!" said Cleek abstractedly, and then sat silent for a long time, staring at his spats and moving one thumb slowly round the breadth of the other, his fingers interlaced and his lower lip pushed upwards over the one above.
"There, that's the case, Cleek," said Narkom, after a time.

"Do you make anything out of it ?" "Yes," he replied; "I make a good deal out of it, Mr.Narkom, but, like the language of the man who stepped on the banana skin, it isn't fit for publication.