Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-18
CHAPTER XVII.

After his first burst of aboriginal glee,
ecstatically uncouth as it was. Old Bill JOY
over the victory of Lausanne took on a
milder form of expression.
| Lets line up fer a cash-in,'' he exclaimed
to Mortimer, making break down the steps
to the lawn. On the ground he stopped his
mind working at fever heat, changing its
methods quickly.
Let's wait till the kids passed the scales;
there's no hurry. There won't be many
drawn down money over Larcen; he's an
outsider"
They were still waiting when the rumor of
an objection f1oated like an fmpalpablc
shadow of evil through the Enclosure. Old
Burs scanned face shed its mask of juve-
nile hilarity and furrowed back into its
normal condition of disgruntled bitterness.
He had seen the slight mixup when the In
dian had swerved in the straight. The OBJ
lection must have to do with that, ne
thought What tn ellis the difference?'
he said in fiercely imprecating anger. The
kid on Larcen didn't do no interferln he
jes come through the openin an Won-they
can't disqualify him"
What does it mean?" asked Mortimer.
Whats WrOng?
The push is tryin' to steal the race. The
fayorite's beat, an it's win, tie or wrangle
wit EN- If they take the race away from
Larcen we don't get the goods, see? Our
thou's up the spout There he goes, there
he goes; look at the d-n swine" as Lang
don came down from the stewards.
Mortimer's heart sank. An exultation such
as he had never experienced in his life had
flushed his breast hot. The back of the
scal) had tickled in a creepy way as Lau-
zanne flashed first past the winning post. He
had felt pride in the horse in the boy on
! his back, in himself at having overcome his
scruples He would be able to save Alan
Porter from dishonor. His heart had warm
to cid -hp
had been the means to this glorious end. II
had been all over, acCompliShed-noW II
was again thrust back into the scales, where
il danged as insecure as ever. 1t WASH
the money alone that teetered in the bal
ance, but the honor of Alls Porter's
brother.
He gave a sharp cry of establishment. for
going up the steps in front of them was the
boy himself, Alan Porter. Presently he
came down again, his face looking drawn
and perplexed. In his ignorance of every
thing pertaining to racing, Mortimer feared
for an instant the theft of the thousand
dollars had been discovered and the present
inquiry had something to do with that, else
why was Alan mixed up in it?
AS the boy came through the little gate
Mortimer accosted him. Hello, Alan he
exclaimed gently. what's the trouble?
Just a silly mistake" answered Porter, a
weak laugh following his words. 'Langdon
has claimed that l rode Lausanne"
is that it?" interposed Old Bill. "An'
Ulu We tell lHt III lISy were WTOIlS-lNe SUITS i.
There's cut-throat Langdon up agin; here
he comes back, looking though he's been
fired for splint-the crook. Hello, it's all
right. Hoo-rayi Lausanne gifts the race"
For already the cry of 'All right was ring
| ing through the betting ring. Come on,
pard." called Old Bill. eagerly. to Morti-
mer. Let's go and rake down the dough"
In a minute" the other answered; and
| turning 10 Alan Porter took him by the arm
| and led him to one side. II suppose you
| lost over the Dutchmau," he said.
Yes. I'm broke" answered the boy with
| a plaintive smile.
We'll, I've Won"
| You betting!' exclaimed Alan In as
| constituent.
Yes. Strange, isn't It? But I'm going to
| put that money of your fathers back"
The boy said nothing, and Mortimer fam
| cied that his face flushed guilty.
Yes. l can put it back now that Lau-
| Zanne's won," continued Mortimer, but
don't say a word to soul about it. |
don't want anybody to know 1 was bet
! ting
But what money! began Alan.
I've won thousand dollars on Lau-
zanne-"
Come on, pard," said Old Bill impa-
tiently interrupting them. Lets get our