"'You didn't get the colt?' I says to him.
"'No,' he says. 'I didn't get anything … I lost something.'
"'What?' I says.
"'Never mind what,' he says. 'Here, put this bag of sugar where I can get at it. She told me to feed him two lumps a day.'
"After that he comes every evenin' 'n' gives the colt sugar, but he's poor company. He just stands lookin' at the colt. Half the time he don't hear what I say to him.
"The colt wins the Nashville Derby, 'n' then I ships him to Loueyville for the Kentucky. We want him to win that more'n all the rest, but as luck goes, he ketches cold shippin', 'n' he can't start.
"Miss Goodloe comes over to Loueyville one mawnin' to see him. She gets through huggin' him after while, 'n' sets down in a chair by the stall door.
"'Now, start at the beginning and tell me everything,' she says.
"So I tells her every move the colt makes since I has him.
"'How did he happen to catch cold?' she asks.