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"She's got him. Lauzanne'll hold him if he doesn't quit," Carter muttered, as he dropped back, for Lucretia was blown. Past the finish post Lauzanne was a head in front, and Diablo was galloping like a tired horse. "He's beat!" ejaculated Carter. "Hello! that's it, eh? My word, what a girl!" He saw Allis reach down for the slack rein running from her father's hand to Diablo's mouth. "Missed!
"It must be that," concurred the Trainer, but in a hesitating tone that showed he was not more than half satisfied. "You backed the stable?" queried Allis, as an afterthought. "Yes, an' Lauzanne'll have a chance to-day to show whether he's worth the pencil that wrote his name beside Lucretia's." "You are starting him to-day? I had almost forgotten that he was entered."
"Miss Porter'll tell ye about this wan," said Mike, diplomatically. "He's shaped like a good horse, an' his sire, old Lazzarone, landed many a purse, an' the 'Suburban, too won it on three legs, fer he was clean gone in his pins, I'll take me oath to that. He was a good horse whin he liked. Perhaps Lauzanne'll do the same some day, fer all I know."
There was a long-drawnout baritone, "Oh-h!" then, in the same key, "I knew Lauzanne was a sluggard, and couldn't make out why he was so frisky to-day." "Dick's got it down fine" just audibly from the woman; "Lauzanne'll try right enough this time out." "The mare's actin' as if she'd a cup of tea, too," muttered her companion, Ned. This elicited a dry chuckle from the woman.
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