"Ike turns to me.
"'Don't never let that boy throw a leg over a hoss of mine again,' he says. 'Enter this colt in the two-year-old scramble Friday. I'll get Whitman to ride. I guess he'll hold him.'
"'Now, look at that!' I says to Micky when Ike's gone. 'You will shoot off your face, won't you? Ain't you never goin' to learn to keep that loud trap of yours closed?'
"'Aw, you go—' Micky stops there.
"I takes a step towards the whip rack.
"'Come on—' I says, 'let's hear from you!'
"'—to hell with the big Kike!' says Micky.
"'Does that let me in?' I says.
"Micky studies a minute lookin' at me 'n' the bats in the rack.
"'Naw—just the Kike,' he says at last.