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"Say, this Melford is the horsiest burg ever I saw! They don't do
nothin' but ride 'em 'n' drive 'em 'n' chew the rag about 'em--men 'n'
women the same. Even the kids has toppy little ponies and has hoss shows
fur their stuff.
"They has what they call a Hunt Club, 'n' everybody hangs out there.
This club gives the cup Mr. Van wants to win. The race fur it is pulled
off once a year, 'n' only club members can enter.
"The Ferguson guy has won the race twice with the Macbeth hoss 'n' if he
wins it again he keeps the cup. The race is due in two weeks, but there
ain't much talk about it--everybody knows Ferguson'll win sure.
"This Ferguson has all the kale in the world. He lives in a house so big
it looks like the Waldorf. But from what I hear, the bloods ain't so
awful strong fur him--except his ridin', they all take their hats off to
that.
"There's a girl named Livingston 's the best rider among the dames, 'n',
believe me, she's a swell doll--she's the niftiest filly I ever gets my
lamps on--she's all to the peaches 'n' cream.
"It don't take me long to see that Mr. Van is nutty, right, about this
one, but it looks like Ferguson has the bulge on him, 'cause her 'n'
Ferguson is always out in front when they chase the hounds, 'n' they ride
together a lot. We're at Mr. Van's brother's place, 'n' when we first
get there Mr. Van puts me wise.
"'Blister,' he says, 'you must now assume the disguise of a groom. While
you and I know we are partners in crime, custom requires an outward
change in our heretofore delightful relationship--keep your eyes open and
act accordingly.
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