After a short pause, Captain Green pursued his discourse. 'You
said salary.'
'I did mention the word.'
'Salary and wages is one. A salary is a nice thing if it's paid
regular. I had a salary once myself for looking after a stud of
'orses at Newmarket, only the gentleman broke up and it never went
very far.'
'Was that Marley Bullock?'
'Yes; that was Marley Bullock. He's abroad somewhere now with
nothing a year paid quarterly to live on. I think he does a little
at cards. He'd had a good bit of money once, but most of it was
gone when he came my way.'
'You didn't make by him?'
'I didn't lose nothing. I didn't have a lot of 'orses under me
without getting something out of it.'
'What am I to do?' asked Tifto. 'I can sell him a horse now and
again. But if I give him anything good there isn't much to come
out of that.'
'Very little I should say. Don't he put his money on his 'orses?'
'Not very free. I think he's coming out freer now.'
'What did he stand to win on the Derby?'
'A thousand or two perhaps.'
'There may be something got handsome out of that,' said the
Captain, not venturing to allow his voice above a whisper.
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