Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-24

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phony HIMSELF cautioned Slim.
"I'm telling you there amt nick
els worth of horses in the race" Snap
per argued, sensing that Slim needed
a little bolstering.
"Cold Cream included" laughed
Slim.
Fright as rain," Snapper agreed,
''but his dogs won't bark in the mud,
and he ought to just walk the beat
in common canter. Remember, Cold
Creams a superior mudder."
"How can he be a superior mudder
or a superior anything when he has
never won a race in his hfe?" argued
Slim.
The horses were nearing the start
ing gate and the pair went down by
the rail to watch the race. Their
coat collars turned up, they stood hud
died in the corner in the lee Of the
judges stand, where the rain wouldn't
beat down on them.
"Cold Cream beat the gate by a
full length" chirped Snapper. "Hot
Fam! We're Santa Anita bound, and
as good as in jacksonville right now"
At the half, Cold Cream was in
front by three length, widening on the
field, and, to all appearances, running
easily.
"Okeh to Santa Barbara, and high
balling right through" yelped Snap
per, reaching up to whack Slim on
the shoulder.
AS they rounded into. the stretch,
Snapper felt his roofing pipes crack
ing under the strain when Cold Cream
raced bit wide. But she straight
ened out when she hit the stretch, and,
through the driving rain, Snapper
could see her still in front.
Snapper managed to let out one
more war whoop:
Glendale and right on timel"
"Yeah, and where are we now?"
Slim intoned, for then and there Cold
Cream folded up like an accordion and
dropped in back of four other horses.
"I'll tell you where we are. Back in
the hotel stakes, fight where we start
ed FRONT"
They shuffled back underneath the
grandstand out of the rain. Broke
again, stranded in San Francisco and
with the little dentist to dodge, the
rain, dripping from their turned-up
! collars, was no colder than their
hopes.
i Before them both doomed discon-
certed vision Of the little dentist with
the mustache who, at Snapper's urg-
ing, had bet his small fortune on their
faithless equine hussy, Cold Cream.
Il
The Au Revoir Handicap at Bay
Meadows had been run off that aft
ernoon. Slim and Snapper were sit
ting in the lobby of their hotel still
cooling out from the shabby treat
ment Cold Cream had given them by
doing fadeout in the stretch earlier
in the week.
Silently Snapper was worrying ov-
er the little dentist to whom he had
given the worthless tip on Cold Cream.
Temporarily, he had managed to e.
Jude his "client."
Painfully, Slim reminded Snapper
of the lack of the well known where
withal to get Susie, Cold Cream and
themselves out of town and on to the
"big apple" of the western turf cir
cuit-Santa Anita.
Snapper could always see a silver
lining in any cloud, even if he could
not see the cloud.
"Mebbe we could walk 'em down
there" he suggested. "That would
leg 'em up good and get 'em in con-
dition to win heat for themselves"
"Cold Cream would break down be-
fore we got to San Jose," groaned
Slim.
Suddenly Snapper darted into a
chair facing an opposite direction
from the lobby entrance, opened a
paper, spread it out quickly across his
face. Slim had noted little man