think.'

'Yes, with luck. Drake's the man I'm afraid of. He's done it in 4-48
twice during training. He was second in the half yesterday by about
three yards, but you can't tell anything from that. He sprinted too
late.'

'What's your best for the mile?'

'I have done 4-47, but only once. 4-48's my average, so there's nothing
to choose between us on paper.'

'Well, you've got more to make you buck up than he has. There must be
something in that.'

'Yes, by Jove. I'll win if I expire on the tape. I shan't spare myself
with that quid on the horizon.'

'No. Hullo, there's the bell. We must buck up. Going to Charteris'
gorge tonight?'

'Yes, but I shan't eat anything. No risks for me.'

'Rusks are more in your line now. Come on.'

And, in the excitement of these more personal matters, Tony entirely
forgot to impart the news of the Pavilion burglary to him.