Boy Woodburn Part 89
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The words confirmed suspicion, and brought forth a roar of cheering from the Americans.
"Here, sir!" panted a voice.
Monkey Brand was forcing his way through the crowd, heralded by the police. Behind him followed a slight figure in dark blue.
"Is that Miss Woodburn?" called the Clerk.
"Yes," replied a deep voice. "Here I am."
"Would you step up here?"
The girl ran up the steps, and took her place by the little jockey.
Whoever else was disconcerted, it was not she.
A sound that was not quite a groan rose from the watching crowd and died away.
The girl gave her hand to the jockey.
"Well ridden, Albert," she said, and in the silence her words were heard by thousands.
The lad touched his forehead, and took her hand sheepishly.
"Thank you, Miss," he answered.
Then the storm broke, and the bookies who had made millions over the defeat of the favourite led the roar.
There was no mistaking the matter now. The Boys had been sold again.
The rougher elements amongst Ikey's Own sought a scape-goat.
They found him in Joses.
Chukkers came out of the weighing-room and deliberately struck the fat man. That started it: the crowd did the rest.
Old Mat and Jim Silver waited on the outskirts of the hub-bub.
The American Amba.s.sador and his tall dark daughter stood near by.
"What stories they tell," said the great man in his gentle way.
"Don't they, sir?" answered Old Mat, wiping an innocent blue eye. "And they gets no better as the years go by. They saddens me and Mar. They does reelly."
Boy Woodburn, making her way through the crowd, joined the little group.
"Congratulations, Miss Woodburn," said the Amba.s.sador's daughter shyly.
"The best horse won."
The fair girl beamed on the dark.
"Thank you, Miss Whitney," she answered. "A good race. You were giving us a ton of weight."
Perhaps the girl was a little paler than her wont; but there was no touch of lyrical excitement about her. Outwardly she was the least-moved person in the Paddock.
Jim Silver's eyes were s.h.i.+ning down on her.
"Well," he said.
She led away. He followed at her shoulder, the horse's bridle over his arm.
"You've won your hundred thousand," she said.
His eyes were wistful and smiling as they dwelt upon her figure that drooped a little.
"Hadn't a bean on," he said.
She did not seem surprised.
Her hand was on the wet neck of the horse, her eyes on her hand.
Then she raised them to his, and they were s.h.i.+ning with rainbow beauty.
"I know you hadn't," she said.
Her hand touched his.
Close by them a black ma.s.s was seething round something upon the ground.
"That's Joses," she said. "Stop the worry, will you?--and send Monkey Brand to take the horse."
Jim Silver turned. Somewhere in the middle of that tossing ma.s.s was a human being.
Using his strength remorselessly, the young man broke his way through.
By the time he reached the centre of the maelstrom the police had cleared a s.p.a.ce round the fallen man.
He lay panting in the mud, a desolate and dreadful figure, his waistcoat burst open, and s.h.i.+rt protruding, his shock of red hair a-loose on the ground.
Jim was not the first to get to the fallen man.
Monkey Brand was already kneeling at his side, bottle in hand.
"Oh, my! Mr. Joses, my!" the little jockey was saying. "What you want is just a drop o' comfort out o' me bottle. Open a little, and I'll pour."
Silver was just in time.
"That'll do, Brand," he said. "I'll see to this. Give me the bottle. You go to Miss Boy."
A doctor was called in and reported that the fat man's condition was serious. An ambulance was brought, and Joses removed.
Boy Woodburn Part 89
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