"'If he ain't hopped one never was!' he says. 'We put a fierce shot in him. Look at him act if you don—'
"I kick his shin off right there, but it's too late, ole man Sanford gets pale as a rag.
"'How dare you—' he says, 'n' stops. 'But Ah shall prevent it!' he says, 'n' starts fur the judge's stand. He ain't got a chance—just then they get away, 'n' he turns back to me when he hears the crowd holler, 'They're off!'
"'Young man,' he says, pointin' at me, 'n' he's shakin' like he's cold. 'What have Ah evah done to you to merit such treatment at yoh hands?'
"I see there's no use to lie to him, so I gives it to him straight.
"'Mr. Sanford,' I says, 'the hoss can't win without it, 'n' I don't want to see you lose your money.'
"Ole man Sanford sort-a wilts. He seems to get smaller. I've never noticed how old he is till now. He stands a-lookin' at me like he never sees me before.
"The crowd begins to yell as the hosses hit the stretch. The Tramp is out in front, 'n' he stays there all the way.
"The ole man never even looks towards the track.
"'He wins easy,' says Chick as they go under the wire, 'n' all you can hear is 'Trampfast! Trampfast!' but ole man Sanford still keeps a-starin' at me.