"'Fur this hoss to win you don't make a move on him,' I says. 'If you
hand him the bat or take hold of him at the get-away he sulks.'
"'All right, I lets him alone,' says Lou.
"'When I'm ready fur you to let him alone I slips you a nice ticket on
this bird. You ain't got a ticket to-day, have you?' I says.
"'Not so's you could notice,' says Lou.
"'Are you hep?' I says.
"'I got-cha, Bo,' says Lou.
"I see Lou's arm rise 'n' fall a couple of times at the start 'n' ole
Friendless finished fifth, his ears laid back, sulkier 'n a grass widow
at a married men's picnic.
"'You let him do better to-day,' says Elsy. 'Isn't it time to allow
him to win?'
"'He wins his next out,' I says.
"I tell Harms we're ready fur the big show 'n' I looks fur a nice race
to drop the good thing into. But it starts to rain 'n' it keeps it up
a week. Friendless ain't a mudder 'n' we has to have a fast track fur
our little act of separating the green stuff from the poolrooms. I'm
afraid the bird stales off if I don't get a race into him, so I enters
him among a pretty fair bunch of platers, to keep him on edge.
"Three days before the race the weather gets good 'n' the track begins
to dry out fast. I see it's goin' to be right fur my race 'n' I meets
Harms 'n' tells him to wire his bunch to bet their heads off.
"'I don't like this race,' he says, when he looks at the entries.
'There's two or three live ones in here. This Black-jack ain't such a
bad pup, 'n' this here Pandora runs a bang-up race her last out.
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