"When Whitman's up on Hamilton, before they goes to the post, I tries to put him wise.
"'You're on a bad actor, Whitty,' I says. 'If you ain't on your toes, he runs off with you sure.' This Whitman's a star, 'n' nobody knows it better'n him.
"'What do you hire a jock fur?' he says. 'Why don't you train 'n' ride both?'
"'All right,' I says. 'I'm tellin' you now!'
"'If this hoss is ready,' says Whitman, 'you've earned your money—don't work overtime.'
"I goes through the paddock 'n' out on the lawn. Before I'm there I hears the crowd yellin'. When I can see the track, there's the field at the post all but Hamilton. He 'n' Whitty has made a race all to theirselves. It turns out to be a six mile ramble with only one entry.
"I goes to the stand 'n' scratches Hamilton while he's still runnin'. The field waits at the post till they get a clear track.
"'I didn't know this was a distance race,' I says to Whitty when he gets down. Whitty's sore as a crab, the bunch'll mention it to him the rest of the season.
"'You don't want a jock on this thing,' he says. 'A engineer is what he needs.'
"'Sell him,' is the first words Ike says to me when I sees him.