turn the trick."

The bell clanged imperiously at the Judges' Stand. Porter pulled out
his watch and looked at it.

"That's saddling," he remarked, laconically; "I must go and have a bit
on the mare, and then take a look at her before she goes out."

As Porter went down the steps his companion leaned over the rail and
crooked his fingers at a thin-faced man with a blond mustache who had
been keeping a corner of his eye on the box.

"What are they making favorite, Lewis?" queried Danby, as the thin-faced
man stood beside him.

"Lucretia."

"What's her price?"

"Two to one."

"What's second favorite?"

"Lauzanne--five to two."

"Porter tells me Lucretia is good business," said Danby, in a tentative
tone.

"Langdon thinks it's all over bar the shouting; he says Lauzanne
outclasses his field," retorted Lewis.