"But if he comes to you, you won't knock it, will you?"
"I'll tell him that as an owner he ought to use his own judgment. If he wants to bet, I'll see that he gets the top price."
"You are a good guy!" said Little Calamity. "I think Last Chance will be a better horse to-morrow—somehow."
The Bald-faced Kid shot a keen glance at the jockey.
"What do you mean, a better horse? A powder on his tongue, maybe?"
Calamity shook his head.
"I never hopped a horse; I wouldn't know how to go about it. If I got to fooling with them speed powders I might give him too much and have him climbing a tree on the way to the post.... Cheese it! Here comes the boss!"
Hopwood entered, shaking the water from the brim of his hat, his lower lip sagging and an angry light in his eye.
"Well," asked the Kid from the doorway, "what did Curry say?"
"Umph!" grunted the fat man, disgustedly. "He read me a chapter out of Proverbs. It was all about the difference between a wise man and a fool. Confound it! He needn't have rubbed it in!"