"When the season closes I goes through Kentucky on my way South, 'n' I takes a jump over from Loueyville to see the colt. Miss Goodloe's bought a hundred acres around her little house, 'n' the colt's turned out in a nice bluegrass field. We're standin' watchin' him, when she puts somethin' in my pocket. I fishes it out 'n' it's a check fur five thousand bucks.
"'I've been paid what's comin' to me,' I says. 'Nothin' like this goes.'
"'Oh, yes, it does!' she says. 'I have investigated since you told me that story. Trainers do not pay expenses on other people's horses. Now, put that back in your pocket or I will be mortally offended.'
"'I don't need it,' I says.
"'Neither do I,' she says. 'I haven't told you—guess what I've been offered for Salvation?'
"'I give it up,' I says.
"'Fifty thousand dollars,' she says. 'What do you think of that?'
"'Are you goin' to sell?' I asks her.
"'Certainly not,' she says.
"'He'll earn twice that in the stud,' I says. 'Who makes you the offer—Mr. Dillon?'