"Then you've watched to some purpose. The Boss wouldn't listen to me when I spoke to him about you a while ago—but I guess he'11 listen now."
"What—do you think he'11 let me come on again?" Hugh gasped.
"He'11 be a lunatic if he doesn't. Why, they loved you! Give a crowd a kid with curls and a grin, and he goes straight to their stony hearts. We could work it up into a great turn—you an' I'll sit on top of the lorry an' think up business."
"Well, the business you didn't think up was good enough for them tonight." It was Mrs. Crowe, ready for her next turn. She smiled at Hugh in a way that warmed his heart. "You deserve a bit of luck, sonny—many a time you've helped me."
"It was through you I got it," Hugh declared. "If I hadn't been late, because of Lennie,' Tom wouldn't have put me in a front seat. I believe it was your sixpence brought me luck." He took it out and looked at it as if it had some magie property. "I say—I'll keep this as long as ever I live; it's a lucky sixpence!"
"I wondered what good fairy put you in that seat," said Joey. "That's what saved me. Jove, it was an awful moment when the house froze! How's Toby, boys?"
The grooms neither knew nor cared. Mrs. Crowe supplied the information.
"Not badly hurt: but he's given his knee a twist, that's the worst. Mr. Crowe got a doctor to him. He won't be in the ring for goodness knows how long."