the incident in the Post Office Joses dropped his easel and went
about with field-glasses unashamed. To give him his due, there were few
better watchers in the trade. A man of education and great natural
ability, he was quite unscrupulous as to how he achieved his end.

As Chukkers said of him:

"He gets there. Never mind how."

Joses indeed was out early and late, and he was horribly alert. Nobody
knew when and where his fat body and brown face might not be turning up.

"Crawls around like a great red slug," said Old Mat; and it was seldom a
horse did a big gallop but the fat man was there to see.

The morning Boy went for her first dip he was at the lighthouse on the
cliff above the Gap. Whether he had slept there, or risen with the dawn,
it was hard to say. The lighthouse marked the highest point in the
neighbourhood, and was therefore useful for the watcher's purpose. From
there with his glasses he could sweep The Mare's Back and The Giant's
Shoulder and neighbouring ridges on which the horses of the stables in
the district galloped.

The Paris Meeting was the next big event; and Ikey Aaronsohnn's horse
Jackaroo--the waler Chukkers had just brought back with him from the
other side--was to make his first appearance at it. There was only one
English horse of which the Dewhurst stable had not the measure, and that
was the Putnam mare Make-Way-There. Jaggers, in that curt, sub-acid way
of his, had instructed Joses to report on her form, and "to make no
mistake about it."

The tout had touched his hat and answered:

"Very good, sir."

Now it was well known that a man had to be up very early in every sense
if he wanted to keep an eye on a Putnam horse. Mat Woodburn might be
old, but he was by no means sleepy; and Joses could not afford to
blunder.

Last night two telegrams had come to Cuckmere: one was to Silver from
Chukkers, and the other to Joses from Jaggers. They had been written at
the same moment by the same man. And the one to Joses ran--

_Make-Way-There to-morrow._

Standing under the lee of the lighthouse, seeing while himself unseen,
the tout kept his eyes to his glasses.

Little escaped him. He saw the badger moving on the hillside, and
watched the girl on her pony come over the crest from Putnam's, a slight
figure black against the sky. He followed her as she dropped down the
hill and scampered along the valley, marked her hang her pony's rein
over the post, and disappear down the