Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-13

Just how the trial was to benefit them alone, with the inevitable tout at hand, Crane knew not. neither did he inves- tigate; that was up to the trainer
 They drove into the paddock. Vest ley, Colley and the two stable lads were there. M asked Westley, as Langdon sat swing ing leg loosely over the end of the buggy seat.
 Any of the talent about, Bill?"
 Quite likely, though I haven't seen none.'
 ttWell, we'll slip 'em now. Just sad de up careless like, and no prelim- mary, mind you. The sharks won't look for 8 brush till you've gone around once Take your mounts down the stretch to the quarter post, and then come away the first break; if there's anyone toutin' you off, they'll think 1t just pipe opener, an won't catch the time. Run out the mile-an'- a-quarter, make race of it, but don't so to the bat Diablo and The Dutch man don't need no whip to give us about the best they've got
 "All right. sir.'' answered Westley s'If I'm judge, when the blacks through pullin'. he's done racin'."
 Langdon nodded his head.
 Whats your weight?" he asked of Westley, abruptly
 I've just tipped the scales at a hum dred-and-three, in my sweater"
 "One hundred and three" unused the trainer making mental calculation. Whats Colley's weight?"
 .sHe's as near a hundred as you can make it."
 Did you bring over 8 saddle?"
 "Yes; two of 'em: one apiece for the horses"
 Tell Colley to take one, and some leads, and weight out hundred and twelve. That'll be three pounds above the scale for May. weight for age, for the three-ysar-old, The Dutchman. I guess he won't need more'n seven pounds dead weight, for it's i've pound saddle. think. Let me see, you said hundred and three, you were?"
 'Yes. sir; in the sweater; I can take that off"
 "No; never mind. Take this saddle. 1" and he lifted one from the buggy; 'itll just suit Diablo; he's got her ring-bone of 8 wither, an this is high in the tree, an won't cut him. Here's the cloth an some leads; weight out hundred and twelve, too. Weight for age-Diablc's q four-year-old; you ought to carry a hundred and twenty six, but he's not | nc Dutchman's class. an the youngster'd lose him before they'd gone half the journey. We'll run 'em at level weights, an he'll get closer to The Dutchman, an the sharks won't have such fairy tale to tell about our horses"
 "A hundred and twelve, you said. sir?" querisd Wesley, as he put the saddle that Langdon handed him over his left arm, slipped the thin sheets of lead in his pocket, and stood dangling the linen weight cloth in his right hand.
 Yes; level weights--a hundred an twelve pounds" "A "Westley," tho trainer called as the little man started aff, "just bring the saddle back to me hero when you've weighed. I'll put 1t on Diablo myself; he's a touchy cuss, am I don't want him ruined by careless handiin." { You take considerable trouble over it," remarked Crane. "One would think it was a big handicap you meant to capture this morning"
 "A hundred and twelve, neat" de- clared Westley, as he returned, throw ing some loose leads into the buggy. "Colley's gone to saddle The Dutch man."
 All right" answered Langdon, get ting down from the seat and taking the saddle. "Go and tell the boy to bring Diablo out of the stall. I'll sad de him in the open. He generally kicks the boards when cinch him up, an