"I know he's good, but I wants to know _how_ good, before I pays
entrance on him. I don't want the clockers to get wise to him, neither!
"Joe Nickel's the star jock that year. I've seen many a good boy on a
hoss, but I think Joe's the best judge of pace I ever see. One day
he's comin' from the weighin'-room, still in his silks. His valet's
with him carryin' the saddle. I steps up 'n' says:
"'Kin I see you private a minute, Joe?'
"'Sure thing, kid,' he says. 'N' the valet skidoos.
"'Joe,' I says, 'I've got a bird that's right. I don't know just how
good he is, but he's awful good. I want to get wise to him before I
crowds my dough on to the 'Sociation. Will you give him a work?'
"It takes an awful nerve to ask a jock like Nickel to work a hoss out,
but he's the only one can judge pace good enough to put me wise, 'n'
I'm desperate.
"'It's that Davis cripple, ain't it?' he asks.
"'That's him,' I says.
"He studies a minute, lookin' steady at me.
"'I'm your huckleberry,' he says at last. 'When do you want me?'
"'Just as she gets light to-morrow mawnin',' I says quick, fur I hasn't
believed he'd come through, 'n' I wants to stick the gaff into him
'fore he changes his mind.
"He give a sigh. I knowed he was no early riser.
"'All right,' he says. 'Where'll you be?'
"'At the half-mile post,' I says. 'I'll have him warmed up fur you.'
"'All right,' he says again--'n' that night I don't sleep none.
"When it begins to get a little gray next mawnin' I takes the bird out
'n' gallops him a slow mile with a stiff breezer at the end.
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