“Why,” said the other, with another oath, “what do you suppose I got you in that stable for? If the owner had been in with the game, or if there’d been a jockey I could have depended on, I shouldn’t have needed you.”
“Well, I don’t like it a little bit. What effect will it have on de hoss?”
“It’ll just set him crazy for a minute or two, and he’ll bolt and kick and buck around just enough to lose the race.
“He probably will be all right in five minutes.
“You understand about keeping him away from the judges’ stand as long as possible, of course?”
“I ain’t goin’ ter ride him,” said the other, sullenly. “I only hope the boy that does won’t get his neck broken.”
“Oh, the boy’ll be all right. You just rush down the track when you see the break made, and fool around after the boy stops him until he has a little chance to get over the dose, so the judge won’t suspect anything. You understand now?[{18}]”
“Yes,” said the other; “I understand. I wish I hadn’t had anything to do with it. Have you got any money? I’m broke.”
“You won’t drink any more to-night?”
“Not a drop.”