But he's bred out a sight 'n' I
like his looks. There's a chance somebody could use him in the stud.
I'm willin' to get him in some sort-a shape 'n' see if I can't make a
piece of money on him. What do you say?"
"'Well,' I says, 'you're fixed better to get him in shape'n me. I just
wanted to give the little hoss a show. If _you'll_ give it to him,
he's yours.'
"'Here's your money,' says the vet. 'I'll send my wagon for him
to-morrow. Let me have a lantern till I get this leg so it won't hurt
him so bad to-night.'
"The next day every paper I picks up has a great big write-up in it
about Micky 'n' the colt. Until the wagon comes fur him there's a
regular procession to the stall to look at Hamilton, 'n' when I goes to
the hospital that night you can't see Micky fur flowers around his bed.
"'Hell!' says Micky. 'Do they think I'm a stiff?'
"'Sh-h-h!' says the sister that's nursin' him.
"I don't see Hamilton fur a month. One day I goes over to the big
Eastern sale at New York, just to hear ole Pappy Danforth sell 'em.
Pappy's stood on a block all his life. He knows every hoss-man in the
country. When _he_ tells you about a hoss, it's right; 'n' everybody
takes his tip. He just about sells 'em where they ought to go.
"There's a fierce crowd at the sale 'n' some grand stuff goes under the
hammer. Pappy kids the crowd along 'n' sells 'em so fast it makes you
dizzy. They don't more'n lead a hoss out till he's gone.
"All of a sudden Pappy climbs clear up on the desk in front of him 'n'
stands there a minute, pushin' back his long white hair.
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