"'Now, look-a here,' I says, 'you got to cut this rough stuff, if you works fur me.'
"'Aw, you go to hell!' says Micky to me.
"Right then I gets him by the collar, 'n' takes a bat from the rack. I works on him till the bat's wore out 'n' then reaches fur another. Micky ain't opened his face. I wears that one out 'n' grabs another. Micky looks up at the rack—there's four more bats left.
"'Nix on number three!' he yells. 'I'm listenin' to you!'
"'All right,' I says, hangin' up the bat. 'Now, listen good. Cut out this rough stuff—you got me?'
"'I got you,' says Micky.
"I tells Ike he's got a good colt, but only one boy can ride him. Ike comes over to the stalls with me to see the boy 'n' Hamilton.
"'Not that kid?' he says, when he takes a slant at Micky. 'A hobby-hoss lets him out.'
"Micky goes straight up.
"'Why, you fat-headed Kike!' he says. 'The only thing you can tell me about a hoss is how much the nails cost to hold his shoes on.'