Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1938-02-12

his hat low and ducked by them into
the cavernous interior. Daggett fol-
lowed him. DaggettS light joined
Benny's light in playing over the two
sleek thoroughbreds who rolled nerv-
GUS eyes.
There they are, Pal. I can hardly
tell EN- apart now. This is High Lone
some here on the right with the extra
white. Funny, amt 1t? They're alike
ought to be pulling plow. Sure you
don't want no help?"
mix. No witnesses. If you don't
like the job when I'm through, you
can squaWk."
"Okay, Pal. Make 1t snappy."
The truck lllrched, rumbled slowly
ahead. Benny talked soothingly as ne
opened the upper bag and went TO
work.
TITS a dirty trick" he addressed
High Lonesome. eff it don't get across
we're both washed up. An whatH Cor
rhine do then? Stand still. This
won't hurt"
Benny worked swiftly. He was per-
spring when he finished. The pungent
small of straw and horses in the pad
ded interior was sharp with chemical
odor as he took a last careful scrutiny
of both horses. He grunted with salts
faction as he crowded High Lonesome
into the spot where Samson had been
ITS worth the money" he told High
Lonesome. "An' now, you big Chunk,
start telling yourself I'll get by"
Five minutes later Benny'S signal
brought the truck to q stop. Daggett
climbed in hurriedly. He said nothing |
until his flaShlight had run over both /
animals. Then Daggett whistled softly /
In admiration.
"PaI, you got what it takesI I've
seen 'em painted before-but never SO
slick as this. I can't tell 'em apart /
myself If I didn't know this was Sam
son on the right. I'd have to take your
word for ii"
Get him outa here. I gotta get
home to my wife," Benny said irritably.
The old highway over which the
trucks had detoured was dark, lone
some and free of traffic as the second
truck drew up abreast. Cheated run
ways at the back were let down. The
led one blanketed. nervous
horse down to the road and up into
the other truck. The ends were closed.
They started-one truck to roll on to
the track. the other truck to vanish
back In the direction It had come.
And Daggett, speeding on ahead,
handed a paper parcel to Benny.
-Four grand, Pal - hundreds and
fifties. Count it and try it. Not a
phony in the pack"
They were hallway home by the
time Benny stuffed the last carefully
Inspected bill into the upper bag. He
had hurled the bottles and brushes
over the railing Of bridge.
lone more thing, Pal" Daggett said.
Don't butt into the odds tomorrow.
Samson, knowing High Lonesome is
running instead to win for Samson.
There won't be no outside money on
Samson. Wen spot 1t If you nose in"
Not dime on the Samson entry to
VIM" Benny promised;
The Ioudspeakers we're blaring. -Four
minutes for your betsl The windows
lose in four minutes for the third
The afternoon was cloudy and raw
again. The new overcoat felt warm,
luxurious. Deep inside Benny felt the
I'D expectant GLOW. You didn't feel
his way unless you had money on
Benny thought Of Corrinne. Cold
ioubt clutched him. Corrinne didn't
mow--yet. Suppose something went
Wong2
'One minute. ladies and gentlemen
n one minute the windows viii close"
Benny cringed as a hand fell on his
.houlder.
Hello. Benny. In the money again,
see"
Hello, Kelly" said Benny weakly.
KeIly's pitted face was expression
ess under his SLOUGH hat. Keily's laws
we're working on wad Of gum And
1elly's eyes we're colder than the rain
lad been last night
What's on IN the third today
3enny?"
ITS a race. amt Its How should
now"
on home yesterday, did you, Benny"
Benny felt his knees going weak
Yeah7s he said.
Kelly said: yeah. And out you
ome tn huddle with Jack Van Dyke,
sidekick OF Harry Daniels"