For Simson, as we have mentioned, once tipped a ball to leg for two, and consequently was entitled to be regarded as an authority on every subject pertaining to the turf generally.
He looked very important at present, as he began: "I say, you chaps, I've got something to tell you--private, you know.
You know Mills?
His father's brother-in-law lives at Epsom, and so gets all the tips for the races; and Mills says he's put his father up to no end of a straight tip for the Derby.

And Mills says he wants to get up a little sweep on the quiet.

No blanks, you know.

Each fellow draws one horse, and the one that wins gets the lot.

Jolly good score, too." "Oh yes," said Arthur, "I know all about that! I once put a sixpence in a sweep, and never saw it again.