“He is that,” replied Boy, with a friendly slap.

They left the loose-box, Billy Bluff attending them.

Monkey Brand, his back ostentatiously toward them, was on watch at the door.

He heard them coming down the gangway and turned shyly.

Then he touched his hat.

The girl took his hand and shook it with a will.

Jim Silver followed suit.

“Very please, Miss, I’m sure,” gulped the old jockey.

The little man drew Silver mysteriously aside.

“Only one thing, sir,” he said.  “That little mistake o’ yours about the copper’s nark.  I’m goin’ to forget all about that now.”

“Thank you, Brand,” answered Jim earnestly.  “We all make mistakes, don’t we?”

“That’s right, sir,” said Monkey.  “Only that’s a mistake I never made—­and never would.”

Some of the lads were still hanging about the yard.  They knew, too.  Maudie knew.  Even the fan-tails, splashing in mid-air, were not deceived.

Albert came forward and ventured a shy and sullen word of congratulation.

“That hundred thousand you won for me made it possible, no doubt,” replied Silver gravely.

Albert was still on his pinnacle.

“Very glad to ’elp in such a good cause, sir,” he answered.  “Only one thing, if I might make so bold:  I ’ope you won’t forget young Jerry’s alf-dollar come Christmas.  Means a lot to a little feller like that.”

The pair passed out into the Paddock Close.

Old Mat and his missus were coming down the hill from church.

The young couple strolled to meet them.

“He’s been making amends for what he did amiss at Liverpool, dad has,” said Mrs. Woodburn comfortably.

Mat lifted a dull eye to the blue.

“Yes,” he said.  “I put a sovereign in the plate.  That should square the account, de we, accordin’ to my reckonin’.”

He pursed his lips firmly, almost defiantly, as he looked the heavens in the face.

A sudden shyness fell on the little group.

Then Boy went to her mother, lifted the old lady’s veil, and kissed her.

“Mother,” she said.

Mrs. Woodburn took Jim Silver’s hand in both of hers, and kneaded it in just the way her daughter would do in moments of deep emotion.

She said nothing, but her eyes were beautiful.

Old Mat swallowed, touched his hat, and looked away.

“That’s a little bit o’ better,” he muttered to himself.

* * * * *

A minute later the old man was walking down the hill, Mrs. Woodburn on his arm.

The young couple strolled on up the slope.

Boy looked across the Paddock Close to Joses’s window.

Mrs. Boam was pulling up the blind, and the sun was pouring in splendid torrents on to the dead man within.

The girl was glad.

They came to the quiet church.