"This is a bad business," repeated Captain Ablewhite, "You are too much upset to reply. But why, oh, _why_ have you lost your head?" Jeremiah put his hand up, feebly and despairingly, and passed it vacantly over his forehead. "I have here," said Captain Ablewhite, plunging his hands into the pockets of his gorgeous dressing-gown, "a pick-me-up. It will pull you round, and then we can talk." He produced two bottles--one containing the pick-me-up, the other soda. Taking a large tumbler from a table he poured a good dose of the pick-me-up into it, and then uncorked the soda, which he emptied into the glass. "Drink this." Jeremiah drank it, and almost instantly became for a while clear-brained. "Better?" asked Captain Ablewhite. "A great deal better," replied Jeremiah. Then, for the third time, the jovial Captain--he was as fresh as a two-year-old--said, "This is a bad business." And still, clear-headed as he now was, Jeremiah did not know what to say in answer to a very plain statement of fact. "Let me see," said Captain Ablewhite, taking out his pocket-book. "There is nothing like looking a difficulty straight in the face. It is not a bit of good shirking it. What you've got to do is to meet it--and, Mr. Jeremiah Pamflett, meet it you must. Now, then, for the facts. You brought down with you to Doncaster a very comfortable sum of ready money. How much?" "Two thousand pounds," replied Jeremiah. "That is right. Speak clearly and plainly. Two thousand pounds. If I had that in my pocket at the present moment, I would double it before the day is over. There's a race to be run--however, let that pass." "What race?" cried Jeremiah. "Is it a certainty?" "It is a certainty," said Captain Ablewhite, solemnly. "I've got the tip for the Scurry Stakes, my lad, and the horse can't lose." "But why not give it to me?" asked Jeremiah, in great excitement. "I could make everything right--everything--everything...." His voice trailed off into a whimper. "Why don't I give it to you?" said Captain Ablewhite, very calmly. "Because I am beginning to lose my opinion of you. Let me tell you, though: you may justify it yet if you are not thoroughly white-livered." "I will, I will!" exclaimed Jeremiah. "Only give me the tip--give me the tip!" "Not if I know it. This little affair I will keep to myself, and I'll sweep the market. You've let too many good things slip by this week. Come, now, confess: if you had stuck to your 'system,' how much would you have won? Don't put me off. You've gone all through it, and you know the figures to the fraction of a shilling." Jeremiah struck his forehead with his hand. "I should have won seven thousand pounds."