Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-02-02
CHAPTER Ia

I'll do. I'll give you five thousand
cash on the line for him right now.
That's a pretty good one day turn
over"
"You made quite a turnover on
him yourself yesterday" Slim coun-
tered, adding with sarcastic emphasis,
"you turned over everything but a
new leaf"
"I'll give you seventy-five hun
dred," Bassitt dickered.
Slim answered by walking away to
the tack room.
"Ten thousand" Bassitt baited, as
Slim returned with. a curry brush and
started primping Knight Errant Wig
orously.
"I1l save us both time," Slim an
swered. "Whatever the Bank of Eng
lands worth you tack onto the a
mount of the French war debt, and
the answer is still NO in capital let
ters."
While Bassitt was wondering If
Slim would think him bluffing by tell
ing him Tony Scitano and the boys
would put the heat on him, Slim re-
lieved the pressure.
"I claimed this horse for Heather
Mills and I'm going to keep it for
her." he told Bassitt.
"Do you think she'll make trouble
for me if she gets her colt back ?"
Bassitt asked.
"To be frank with you, Bassitt,"
Slim replied, eff Heather's smart
she'll figure you good radiance and
let it go at that"
After Bassitt left, Snapper visited
the stable, arriving at safe hour
to escape helping Slim with any stable
chores.
keep an eye on Knight Errant and
don't let anyone in the stable until
I get back from the coffee shop"
Slim ordered.
Sims lunches" were often good.
His present bunch spelled trouble.
Barely had Slim departed, leaving
Snapper Elliott standing guard over
Knight Errant, than Heather Mills
appeared at the stable.
"Now, I've seen girls get mad"
Snapper related afterward to his
many acquaintance. "But I never
seen any get at sore as that daniel"
The sight of Knight Errant, his sat
in nose quivering with excitement, as
if stirred by loving memories of his
untroubled colthood when she had
raised him by bottle on the Carmel
farm, were too much for Heather. She
rushed into the stable, flung her
arms around the tossing neck and
burst into tears.
"See here, you can't go in there"
began Snapper, recalling Sims or
ders through his bewilderment. "Slim
Maynard said -"
An angry tear-stained face flushed
like rose, and blue eyes flashed to
pour wrath over Snapper Elliott.
81 can't come in here?" cried Heath
er, furiously. 81 can't touch my own
horse? Oh, Knight Errant, darling"
She burst into another flood of
tears. She talked, first to the be-
wildered horse, then to the equally
bewildered Snapper. She poured love
and wrath out in equal portions and
as she wept and scolded, her hair
flashed more gold in the sun and her
eyes grew an angrier blue. Snapper
stood paralyzed, awed alternately by
her prettiness and by her capacity
for fury.
Her TRADE ended in a sob, she gave
Knight Errant one final embrace and
rushed off toward the racing office,
followed by his anxious whinny.
Snapper, forgetting Sims orders
not to leave Knight Errant, raced to
the coffee shop.
"Guess who's here!" he painted to
Slim a moment later.
"I'll bite. Who?" parried Slim,
over platter of ham and eggs.
Little Red Riding Hood!"
Heather Mills?" gasped Slim.
"Yowsah. And she wants her black
beauty back"
Slim bolted abruptly off his chair
and was almost through the door of
the coffee shop before Snapper check
ed him.
Hold on" he clamored "She's
gone"
"Gone where?" shouted Slim
"She was headin' for the racing Of
flee last saw Of her" Snapper in
formed him "And boy, was she hot!
She was like a California bobcat,
only lot fiercer"
Heather, rushing into the racing Of
flee, was small tempest in blue.
The secretary sought to pacify the