But they were not.
In due time Mills returned.
"Hullo, kid! what do you want ?" Dig grinned and pulled out his paper.
"How's that, umpire ?" demanded he.
Mills stared at the document.
"What on earth is the row with you?
What are you driving at ?" "Ten-and-sixpence, please," said the beaming baronet; "I've got Blazer." Mills laughed.
"You're not in much of a hurry.

Has Blazer won, then ?" "Yes; a rank outsider, too.

Do you know, I tried all I knew to sell my ticket for threepence.

Just fancy if I had." "It's a pity you didn't," said Mills, taking a chair, "The fact is, there's been a bit of a muddle about Blazer.

That ass Simson, when he wrote out the tickets, wrote Blazer twice over instead of Blazer and Catterwaul.