Simpkins watched him furtively and moved towards the bar, but turned, and seemed to force himself to his guest's side. "Oh, yes, Sir Hilton," he said, "you'll win; and it'll be, as I said afore, two 'underd in my pocket, while, if you lose, which you won't, it'll bring me within a fiver or so of home." "Get away! Don't bother," said his victim, sharply. "Right, Sir Hilton. Course you've a deal on your head now, but, if you wouldn't mind, I think I'll have half a glass more of that wine before it gets flat." "Bah!" ejaculated the baronet. "Thank ye, Sir Hilton," said the man, refilling his glass, to stand watching his visitor while sipping slowly, and muttering every time he raised his trembling hand something about "good glass of wine." Suddenly Sir Hilton made a quick turn and walked sharply towards the door, making the trainer set down his glass hurriedly, glance at the bar-window to see if he was observed, and then follow his guest to the door; but, before he reached it, the baronet turned round and walked back, close by the landlord, without appearing to notice him. "Can't stand it no longer," muttered the man to himself. "Hah! Wonder whether it will come off?" He glanced at his victim sharply, saw that he was talking softly to himself in the intervals of passing his tongue impatiently over his lips and making a peculiar sound as if tasting. "Tlat, tlat, tlat! Too dry. Burns and smarts," he said impatiently, and then clapped his hand quickly to his head. "Why not try another glass, Sir Hilton?" said the trainer; but no heed was taken of his words. "It's a-working," muttered the man. "Hope I didn't give him too much." He glanced at the bright blue and scarlet figure again, and then, drawing a deep breath he once more moved towards the door of his office, where he stopped inside watching. "Why, it's like giving him the jumps," he muttered. "Well, if it do go wrong, I ain't done nothing. It's the drink. He must ha' been having it heavy before he came here; and if that won't do, I'm blest if I'm going to stand the racket all alone." He stood watching his victim for quite ten minutes, during which time the drug he had administered, one of whose properties as a trainer and veterinary surgeon he was well aware, was working with wonderful rapidity; and this was accelerated suddenly by Sir Hilton's action, for to the trainer's great delight, the poor fellow gave a lurch which brought him near the little table, where he recovered himself, saw the bottle and glass, and seized the former with his left hand. "Dry--thirsty!" he said hurriedly; and making an effort he poured out another glass of wine, drained it, and was in the act of setting down the glass when Granton came hurrying in, and Simpkins drew back out of sight. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. HOW THE BEES SWARMED. "Ah, Hilt, old chap, there you are! Lady T. says you must come at once, and--Hang it, man, don't do that!"