"'Now, Boy-baby!' she says. 'Everything depends on you—you're all mammy has in the world … will you do your best for her sake?' The colt paws 'n' arches his neck. 'See, he says he will!' she says to me.
"'What's his name?' I asks her.
"'Oh, dear, he hasn't any!' she says. 'I've always called him Boy-baby.'
"'He can't race under that,' I says.
"'Between now and the time he starts I'll think of a name for him,' she says. 'Do you really believe he can win?'
"'They tell me his dam wins twenty thousand the first year she raced,' I says.
"'He'd be our salvation if he did that,' she says.
"'There's a name,' I says. 'Call him Salvation!' She says over it two or three times.
"'That's not a bad racing name, is it?' she asks me.
"'No'm,' I says. 'That's a good name.'