"[...] She pocketed them remorselessly. "Leave the paddock!" The boy went, slow and sullen. Then he became aware of people watching beyond the ropes and recovered himself with a jerk. "Yes, Miss. Very good, Miss," he cried cheerfully, touched his hat, and began to run as on an errand. It was a pretty piece of bluff. Boy Woodburn, in spite of her anger, marked it down to the credit side of the lad's account. When he was collared, Albert Edward kept his head. That would help him one day when he was caught in a squeeze in a big race and had to jockey to get through. [...]."