"Me 'n' Peewee Simpson gets Hamilton to the stall. It takes him just one hour to do that hundred yards, but I've got a tight bandage above the hock 'n' he don't bleed so bad.
"'Can you get him so he can walk?' I says to the vet. when he's looked at the colt.
"'Yes,' he says; 'but that'll be about all for him. I advise you to have him destroyed. What hoss is this?'
"'Hamilton,' I says. 'He just wins the colt race.'
"'So?' he says. 'I didn't see it. When did this happen?'
"'At the post,' I says. 'Another colt jumped on him.'
"'At the post?' he says. 'I thought you said he won?'
"'He did,' I says.
"'On that?' he says, pointin' to the leg. 'What you tryin' to do, kid me?'
"'I'm tellin' it to you just as she happens,' I says. 'It don't matter a damn to me whether you believe it or not!'