"When Trampfast starts fur the paddock, his eyes has begun to roll 'n' he's walkin' proud.
"'He thinks he's the Zar of Rushy,' says Chick. 'He'll be seein' pink elephants in a minute.'
"I don't find ole man Sanford till they're at the post. He's standin' by the fence at the wire.
"The start's bein' held up by the Tramp. He's sure puttin' on a show—the hop's got him as wild as a eagle. It's too far away fur the ole man to see good, so I don't put him hep it's his hoss that's cuttin' the didoes.
"Just then Chick comes up.
"'I hear you get a nice bet down on your hoss, Mr. Sanford,' he says. 'I sure hope he cops.'
"'Thank you, ma boy,' says ole man Sanford. 'I only placed a small wageh, but at vehy liberal odds. Ah shall profit materially should he win his race.'
"'If he gets away good he'll roll,' says Chick. 'There's no class to that bunch, 'n' he's a bear with a shot in him. But he's a bad actor when he's hopped—look at the fancy stuff he's pullin' now!'
"'You are mistaken, ma boy,' says ole man Sanford. 'This hawss has had no stimulant to-day.'
"Like a nut I've furgot to tell the boys the ole man ain't on. I tries to give Chick the high sign, but he's watchin' the hosses, 'n' before I can get to him he belches up the glad news.