“You’re right,” said Jimmy. “I guess I might as well have the game as the name. Now what is it you want me to do?”
“Well,” said Jones, “we worked the painted bit trick too soon. The horse will have recovered in time for the race. We must find some other way of getting at him. Do you know when Willing will move him to Louisville?”
“Yes. He will be driven into Paris Monday morning, and shipped that night.”
“Good. Then it will be your work to try and slip into the car unobserved. I shall give you a certain powder which you can give the horse. I’ll guarantee a dose of it will lay him up for a month.”
“It seems a shabby trick to play on Gabriel,” he said.
“Well, it’s a shabby trick Willing played on you.”
“So it is,” agreed Jimmy. “But suppose there is another guard with the horse? I may not be able to get in.”
“In that event I’ll take you to Louisville. A chance will turn up there sooner or later. You see the trouble is that no one but you can go close to him.”
“Then how will Mr. Willing race him?”