"Hard, boss?"
"As hard as he can go."
"But, boss——" There was a note of strong protest in the jockey's voice.
"You heard me," said Old Man Curry, already striding in the direction of the track. "Extend him and let's see what he's got."
"Extend him so's eve'ybody kin see whut he's got!" mumbled Mose rebelliously. "Huh!"
In the shadow of the paddock Old Man Curry came upon his friend, the Bald-faced Kid, a youth of many failings, frankly confessed. The Kid sat upon the fence, nursing an old-fashioned silver stop watch, for he was "clocking" the morning workouts.
"Morning, Frank," said Old Man Curry. "You're early."
"But not early enough for some of these birds," responded the Kid. "You galloping something, old-timer?"
"'Lisha'll work in a minute or two."