"'Can't you stop him sooner'n that?' I says to Snowball when he's back.
"Micky's at the stalls that mawnin', 'n' he butts in, as usual.
"'Stop him!' he says. 'That black boob couldn't stop a hoss in a box stall. Lemme me have him next work-out!'
"'I'll let you have a slap on the ear,' I says.
"'Aw, you go to hell!' says Micky.
"Next work-out day Hamilton pulls off the same stunt. He's feelin' extra good that mawnin', I guess, 'cause he makes a nine mile trip of it. Micky stands there with me, watchin' the colt go round 'n' round the track.
"'Why don't you can that choc'lit drop,' he says, ''n' put a white man up?'
"'Meanin' you?' I says. 'You'd holler fur your milk bottle before he goes a eighth with you.'
"'Aw, you go to hell!' says Micky.
"I borrows a curb 'n' chain from Eddy Murphy—he's been usin' it on ole Dandelion. It's fierce—you can bust a hoss's jaw with it. I puts it on Hamilton next work-out.