Omaha daily bee., 1902-09-14

in for the word 60 An they race pretty
much the same all the time. II you time
'em a mile in lao at home, they'll do it
the same when the colors is UP an the silk
a'happin' all about 'em in the race.
whoa! Hold still you brute! Steady,
steady, whoa!" This to Diablo,, for while
talking he had adjusted the weight cloth
with the gentleness Of a cavalier putting
a silk wrap about his lady loves neck, and
had put a fold of soft wooden cloth over
the high -boned wither.
"stand out in front OF him and hold
his head down a bit" this to the boy. Then.
as he slipped the saddle into place and
reached underneath for the girths, he con-
tinued his address to Crane on the peculiar
ity Of racers.
Now, this is a horse OF another color,
this one; he 'ain't takin' things easy at
no stage OF the game. He objects to every
thing, an some day thatll land him a
winner, see? He'll get 1t into his head
that the other horses want to beat him out,
an he'll show 'em a clean pair of heels
come home on the bit, pullin' double"
whoa, boyl Stand, old mani" Then he
ceased talking, for he had taken the gtSth
strap between his teeth, and was ciEA-
ing up the big black with the firm pull OF
a grizzly. Diablo squirmed under the tor
ture Of the tightening web on his sensi-
tive skin, and crouched as though he would
fall on the trainer.
"Yes, SIR" continued LAngdon, as he
ran the stirrups up under the saddle flap
out Of the way and motioned to the boy
to lead Diablo about, Yes, sir, this fell
lows different. He's too damn sensitive
At the post he's like as not to act a
- 49, AInaaad for
havin' 'juiced' him-but he don't need no
dope; what he needs is steadying. II he
gets away in front them long legs OF his
will take some catchin.' He's the kind
that wins when the books are layin' 100
to 1 against him. But the worst of il is
with his sort. like as not the owner hasn't
a penny on then. but the publicn howl;
they'll call II in-an-out runnin' an the
scribblers'l get their paper to print a
notice that the stable ought to be ruled
on an all the time you're breakin' your
heart trying to get him to give his true
Hello, there's Colley out on the Dutch
man. Mount your horse, W~estley-wait, you
don't need no spurs. Yes, carry a whip an
give the guys that is watchin' a stage play
with II, but don't hit the black. Well
lust see what he'll do himself this trip"
he added, addressing Crane.
Taking Westley's small-booted foot in
his hand, he lifted the lad TO Diablo's back
and led the horse out through a gate to
the course.
The two boys cantered their mounts
down to the quarter post carelessly ss
though they we're going around to the far
side.
Look at 'em cried the trainer. isn't
he a little gentleman"
To the uninitiated this might have been
taken as a tribute to one OF the boys,
Westley perhaps, but the trainer was not
even thinking OF them. They we're Of TO
moment. II was the wine-red bay, the
Dutchman, cantering with gentle, lazy
grace, that had drawn forth this encom-
ium. HE head, somewhat high carried,
was held straight and true In front and his
big eyes searched the course with gentle
inquisitiveness, for others OF his kind, per-
haps.
Hes a lovely horse" commented Crane,
knowing quite well to what Langdon re-
ferred.
Hes all that, but just look at the other
devil"
Diablo was throwing his nose fretfully
up and down, up and down. grabbing at
the bit, plrouetting from one side Of the
course to the other. nearly pulling Westley
over his neck one minute as with lowered
head he sought to break away and the next
dashing forward for a few yards with II
stuck foolishly high, like a bad-mouthed
Indian cayuse.
but Westleyn manage him" Langdon
conhded to Crane, after a period Of silent
observation. He'll get his belly full OF
runnin' again he's gone a mile and a quar-
ter with the Dutehman. Cad! that was
neat; here they come" for the two boys
had whirled with sudden skill at the quar-
ter post and broke away, with Diablo