New-York tribune., 1921-04-17

ride Gallops fell off a stable roof and broke
his leg. Harmony heard the news and started
at once to locate another jockey, because if We
failed to get Gallops into the o'clock we
would have to wait for the next eclipse, and
ecipses are none too plentiful anywhere.
Omar trotted into the stable along toward
noon, towing behind him green jockey named
Schwartz, who he had dug up in San Diego.
"Can you ride horse?" Harmony asked,
looking him over with doubtful eye.
"Sure," said Schwartz, complacently. eff
/ can't ride horse, then nobody can't. only
weigh ninety-six pounds"
~ suppose" Omar said some time later
"that you want me to bet every dollar of cash
we have left"
Certainly said Harmony. "How much is
there?"
"About four hundred and quarter"
"The three Of us will split that and spread
it thin over the ring" Harmony went on. "Gal-
lops is always a hundred to one, so it makes be-
tween forty and fifty thousand we. win."
Some time that morning, between 8 and IL,
Omar was mysteriously missing, and / searched
for him in vain. He reappeared at lunch and
his nervousness seemed to have gone.
AS for Harmony, that urbane gent was act
ing as though the race already run and
were standing in line in some good bank,
waiting for the man to change our fortune into
large bills.
'NHE three of us watched the early races with
but languid interest. Harmony gave the
final instructions to Schwartz, and they were
indeed simple and comprehensive to the most
elemental natures. Schwartz was merely to
sit on Gallops and hit him with the whip when
the race began, sending him out in front of the
other FIVE horses and keeping him in that rela-
tive position for the entire mile and quarter.
Hit him with the whip and then keep on
hitting, him." was Harmony's parting command
The scheduled eclipse came along just as
announced in the newspapers, and from noon on
it grew darker steadily. 1t was that queer,
unnatural darkness that is slightly like eve
ming, but not quite, and it gave precisely the sort
Of lighting arrangement that suited our race
horse. BY the time the Empire Handicap came
around you could just see from the ring up to
the stands, and Harmony rubbed his hands with
the joyous self-apprecation of man who
knows his worth.
On every book poor old Gallops was joke
entry and his price 100 to 1, except in q
few cases, where you were allowed to bet three
or four bucks at 200 to L. hurried from book
tance could see Harmony and Omar doing
likewise About five minutes before the horses
stepped out to face the barrier Harmony took
piece of lead pencil and program and fig
ured that we won $4,000.
sin cash." Harmony said gleefully. "That's
the best of it. Real money to buy things
with"
The barrier then went up suddenly, The,
r2Co hoo So
fully detailed description of it, because it
worked out precisely as Harmony planned.
When the six horses jumped away from the
barrier Gallops sort of volplaned into the air
and when he landed on four feet he was the
seventh part of mile out in front of those
hounds and was already winner Any one
could see that.
"Now," said Harmony, turning to Omar.
you can see for yourself that this eclipse
isn't as dark as you feared There is no
chance that the judges will overlook Gallons"
You said hatful,' admitted Omar.
There's one thing am sure Of"
WE WATCHED the parade as it dashed bv
the grandstand with our night-runnne
wonder out in front and going like runaway
comet. All around us were exclamations of
surprise, with people asking each other if that
was Gallops leading; and then the shocked
answers in the affirmative We saw the pro-
cesslon disappear into the murky turn. with
our noble steed increasing his lead and the
other beetles punched far behind
We waited patiently for the spectacle to
emerge from the eclipse and dust into the
homestretch, and when the runners once more
appeared | saw with glad content that Gallons
was leading by the length of a rife shot. 1t
was all over.
Harmony freed himself of a ioyous cheer
ana omar unbelted yell Of triumph. was
just on the point of making some noise on
my own hook, when l turned and eazed down
on the track. then saw something that has
never been beaten in the annals of the Amer-
can race tracks With my mouth wide open
IN readiness for the unyelled yell l saw that
young Mr.. Schwartz, our substitute Jockey,
mad burst into flame, as it were He was sur
rounded with an aura of light and came down
the homestretch like Salvation Army Christ
mas tree. Around his neck there glowed a
row of electric bulbs, casting their radiance
hlther and yon, lighting up the scene most
effectively, and calling the judges attention
to the fact that Schwartz and Gallops were
now winning a horserace Gallons nassed