straight across; it was as though the eyes were peeping at her over a
stone wall.

"What did I tell you about Crusader?" Alan said, triumphantly. "There's
another."

"Alan!"

"I wondered why Mr. Crane was so deuced friendly; but there's nothing to
get cross about, girl, he's a fine old chap, and got lots of wealth."

He leaned forward till he was close to his sister's ear, and added, in a
whisper, "Her ladyship behind, Belle Langdon, is trying to hook him.
Phew!--but she's loud. But I'm off--I'm going to see what the row is
about."




IV


When John Porter left the stand, the horses had just cantered back to
weigh in. The jockeys, one after another, with upraised whip, had
saluted the Judge, received his nod to dismount, pulled the saddles from
their steeds, and, in Indian file, were passing over the scales. As
Lucretia was led away, Porter turned into the paddock. He saw that
Langdon was waiting for him.

"Well, he won, just as I said he would," declared the latter; "you've