"Got anything hot today, Jack?"
Rabbit Markey looked up with an annoyed frown, blinked, and when Charlie Jingle's face registered, laughed.
"'Lo, Charlie? How's things out on the Coast?"
"Things," said Charlie, shaking his hand, "are lousy. But they'll get better real fast. How about you, Rabbit? Out of the fights for good?"
Rabbit Markey sighed slow and long, nodding his head.
"I dumped my whole stable, Charlie, and when I come out here, I figured Jet-Car racing was a clean way to make a buck. So I bought me a Jet outfit. But it's the same tie-up as the fights was."
"I can imagine," said Charlie Jingle.
"No you can't, neither. For instance, you know who Jet-Cars Incorporated happens to be an affiliate of?"
"Wait! Don't tell me. Lemme guess." Charlie shut his eyes. "Pugs, Inc.?"
"Bingo," said Rabbit Markey dispiritedly. "You know who makes the drivers for the Jet-Cars?"