your regular trade?” asked the father.

“I’m a jockey by rights. But I did a bit o’ dirty work for a boss o’ mine, an’ I was landed. “E got the benefit, I got kicked out. “E axed me — an’ then ‘e looked as if ‘e’d never seed me.”

“Did he, though!” exclaimed the father sympathetically.

“‘E did that!” asserted the man.

“But we’ve got nothing for you,” said Henry coldly.

“What does the boss say?” asked the man, impudent.

“No, we’ve no work you can do,” said the father. “You can have a bit o’