Evening star., 1922-02-12

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! II knew it knew it," exclaimed
| the trainer excitedly. you're stung,
boss! stung"
How Gomez inquired silsbee
quickly.
II heard O. that jasper early this
season." explained the. trainer. 1T
| seems like he has a res'lar game,
and it must be White Stockings.
though never heard her name men
tioned-which makes q fine showin'
for him. He sells her. and she plumb
lays down on the other feller. No
good a-tall. Then Dawson comes
back and buys her for a song. savvy?
Did he want to buy her back from
you?,
Silsbee shook his head, frowningly.
HE will. then" said tho trainer.
Hes goin' to want that mare bad.
for the state fair at Hutchinson.
That's where the big money is up.
you KNOW
Silsbee remembered the smile that
had crossed the face Of Dawson at
the mention Of winnings from White
Stockings. He walked off by himself
! and remembered a few more things.
Who had introduced Dawson to him:
Sandy Withers. When? Just after
he had won q pot Of money with
! Vixen.
ut shore looks" reflected Chick
silsbee. "as though I'd been stunE
good and plenty! But how come? I
can't hsser it out. II White Stock
inss runs for him. why won't she
run Tor me? Doggone it all! She's
got to win today or I'm nat broke"
AID White Stockings came in
fourth.
Silsbee had met his Waterloo and
admitted it frankly. With the last
OF his money he paid of the trainer
and dismissed him. He would have
TO sell the mare now before he could
even settle his feed bill and personal
expenses in Red Bluffs.
1t WIS at this moment that "a,
Dawson hove into sight.
Coz. Dawson had hitherto found
Chick silsbee an easy mark
frank. simple chap who was omen
and above board. and who did not
even have sense enough to disguise
| his failures with lies.
He now found Silsbee sunk in nro.
| round despair. and he commfse,.,.a
the unfortunate young man with
many bland words upon the bad luck
OF white Stockings. He adroitIy
guided Silsbee to a portion Of IN.
paddock where they would not he
| overheard.
! suppose he ventured, II run into
some one who wants to buy a hors.
Shall / send 'em around to you~
Silsbee reflected over .hi. q NM
| ment then shook his head
! Thanks. colonel" he said CRATE.
July out ! guess not. T don't suess
| IN sell white Stockings, even II she
is unlucky"
well. that's your business" said
the colonel. Il feel right bad over
your luck, and that's the truth! 7
} heard OF man today who's irwin to
pick up likely lookin' horse for a
couple @ hundred. That's no price
for the mare. Of course, but IT'S
somethin. You must have lost a lot
on White Stockings. huh9'
| Nope. said Silsbee. II amt bet
ting on her. colonel. 1 sort O. figured
| could make enough out of the
stakes without gambling"
| Nonsense! That's no way to make
money. Well, what you soin' to do
next. son?"
| Silsbee grinned and began to roll q
cigarette. He looked the colonel in
the eve and spoke:
This amt my game, colonel. I'm
soin' to ride White Stockings
back to Eagle Rock and get me bach
my old job punching cows for the Wy
: outfit. + know she can outrun !,
steer. and"
Make COW pony out of White
stockings!" Dawson looked apoplectlc,
then said explosively: you're a fool
a res'lar fool!''
! Il know it, admitted Silsbee
| That's why I'm ouittin' your game"
! Dawson quickly Gained himself and
took Silsbee by the arm.
| Now. see here: listen to reasonv,
he implored. ITO turn that horse into
a COW pony would be crime. Yf
you're goin' back on the range, why
not take that mare you sold meo
| Tell you what I'll do! TIL trade Won
! even up-Vixen for White Stockings"
+, silsbee laughed shortly.
Not on, your life. colonel." he said
frankly. ':Dyou know what that hoss
done to me? Look here" He drew
up his sleeve and showed a! faint scar
on his arm. Got her teeth into me.
that's what! She's named like she
deserves reg'lar vixen! Besides,
figger that I can win some races
with White Stockings after I make a
i range hoss out Of her.
| Dawson swore in evaporation.
| "What'H you take for the mare
eash?"
Now. colonel. you just set back
an don't get excited" drawled Silsbee.
LAS I say, I amt hankerin' to sell
that boss. When get her on the
range. like I told you, she's goin' to
make some money for me yet. I did
think o running her in that big race
over to the. state fair. but I've
changed my mind
| With an effort Dawson repressed
the purple tide that threatened to
flood into his face. He studied Sils-
bee moment, and the utter sim
/ plicity Of the puncher's face made
him take fresh start.
| Put price on her, young fellow"