"'Boy,' he'll say, 'that bandage is tighter than I like to see it.
Always allow the tendon a little play--do not impaieh the suhculation.'
"The boys eat this stuff up--it tickles 'em. They treat him respectful
'n' do what he tells 'em.
"'Everything O. K. to-day, sir?' they'll say.
"Ole man Sanford don't tumble they're kiddin' him.
"'Ah have nothing to complain of,' he says.
"It ain't long till he's overseein' my whole string of hosses, just
like he owns 'em. Man, he sure does enjoy hisself! He won't trade
places with August Belmont.
"I'm gettin' Trampfast ready fur a nice little killin'. He's finished
away back in two starts, but he runs both races without a pill. This
hoss is a dope. He's been on it fur two seasons. He won't beat
nothin' without his hop. But when he gets just the right mixture under
his hide he figgers he can beat any kind of a hoss, 'n' he's about
right at that. He furgets all about his weak heart with the nutty
stuff in him. He thinks he's a ragin' lion. He can't wait to go out
there 'n' eat up them kittens that's goin' to start against him.
"One mawnin' my boy Pete takes the Trampfast hoss out fur a trial.
"'If he'll go six furlongs in about fourteen,' I says to Pete, 'he's
right. If he tries to loaf on you, shake him up; but if he's doin' his
work nice, let him suit hisself 'n' keep the bat off him. I want to
see what he'll do on his own.'
"'I think he'll perform to-day,' says Pete.
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