He doesn't seem to know me at all, and I believe his shot at me by way of my father was a fluke.
Jenkins was reliable, usually, and hadn't come up with a fluke yet.
This time there could be no fluke, for the great Red McGloin was up on the favorite.
He was to ride; ride the winner of the last Carter, the winner of a fluke race.
He is most awfully rich, too, and he came into ...