“Emperor is sour. Got a regular grouch on.”
“Misses that young rascal Phil, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
“H-m-m-m!”
“Didn’t want to come through last night at all.”
“H-m-m-m. Guess we’d better fire you and let the boy handle the bulls; don’t you think so?”
The trainer grinned and nodded.
“Kennedy, you’ve been making your brags that you always tell me the truth. I am going to ask you a question, and I want you to see if you can make that boast good.”
“Yes, sir.”
Perhaps the trainer understood something of what was in his employer’s mind, for his lips closed sharply while his jaw took on a belligerent look.