"Hello!"
"Oh, Woodie. Come in. Sit down. Want a drink—you're not in training?"
"No, thanks. Had one. And it would be a damn sight better if you birds didn't keep the stuff around."
"It's Chuck's." Lefty grinned.
"All right. I came to see about that bird you brought to me—Danner."
"Was he any good?"
Woodman hesitated. "Fellows, if I told you how good he was, you wouldn't believe me. He's so good—I'm scared of him."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Just that. He gave Nellie thirty feet in a lap on the track."
"Great God!"