'He's a bear-cat. I'll bet he entertains you
frequent 'n' at short notice. I don't figger him related to Mary's
lamb, not any. You better keep your eye on little Hamilton. Hammy's
likely to be a naughty boy any time.'
"Peewee's got the correct hunch--the first time Snowball takes him out
Hamilton runs off 'n' the boy don't get him stopped till he romps five
miles.
"'Can't you stop him sooner'n that?' I says to Snowball when he's back.
"Micky's at the stalls that mawnin', 'n' he butts in, as usual.
"'Stop him!' he says. 'That black boob couldn't stop a hoss in a box
stall. Lemme me have him next work-out!'
"'I'll let you have a slap on the ear,' I says.
"'Aw, you go to hell!' says Micky.
"Next work-out day Hamilton pulls off the same stunt. He's feelin'
extra good that mawnin', I guess, 'cause he makes a nine mile trip of
it. Micky stands there with me, watchin' the colt go round 'n' round
the track.
"'Why don't you can that choc'lit drop,' he says, ''n' put a white man
up?'
"'Meanin' you?' I says. 'You'd holler fur your milk bottle before he
goes a eighth with you.'
"'Aw, you go to hell!' says Micky.
"I borrows a curb 'n' chain from Eddy Murphy--he's been usin' it on ole
Dandelion. It's fierce--you can bust a hoss's jaw with it. I puts it
on Hamilton next work-out.
"'I guess that'll hold little Hammy,' I says, when Snowball's up. But
it don't. The colt ain't any more'n felt the curb when he bolts into
the fence 'n' chucks Snowball off.
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