Hopwood pawed at the Kid's arm.
"I can't see a thing! Where is he? How's he doing?"
"He broke flying and he's right up in front."
"That's good! That's fine!... And now? Where is he now?"
"Still up in front and winging, just winging. It's an exercise gallop for him. How much did you bet?"
Hopwood took off his glasses and fumbled at them with his handkerchief.
"Where is he now?"
"Second, turning for home. He ought to win all by himself. They're choking to death behind him."
"And I didn't bet a cent!" wailed the owner. "But I said he was a good horse, remember?"
"Sure you did, and he ... oh, tough luck! Well, if that ain't a dirty shame!"