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Troup joined him with Trombine, and the audience watched the three trotters warm up and shouted or applauded each as it spun past the grand-stand. Then the starting-judge held up a silk bag in the center of the wire. It held three thousand dollars in gold, and it swung around and then settled, to a shining, shimmering silken sack, swaying the wire as it flashed in the sun.
Lizzette and Trombine were already at the wire, but poor Troup his mare had never been able to settle after her wild break, and she caught the flag square in the face. The crowd met the old pacer with a yell of delight. He had not been shut out marvel of marvels! It was getting interesting indeed. Bud and Jack met him with water and a blanket. How proud they were!
Grattacacio had announced them as two Venetian gentlemen travelling for their pleasure, and when the innkeeper asked their names, the man answered that they had received titles of nobility from the King of France, and were called respectively Count Tromblon de la Trombine and Count Gambardella.
The Count Tromblon de la Trombine was evidently a great personage, and it had been enough that he should demand the instant release of the musician to produce the present result. The innkeeper was proportionately impressed.
Who-op, sah, steady ole hoss there now we've passed him Trombine and Lizette ahead steady let 'em go, big devil, little devil, an' pumpin' each other Go now, go old hoss, now's the time to save our distance go old hoss, step lively now 'tain't no meetin', no Sunday School it's life, bread and a chance for Cap'n Tom!
"I have the honour to introduce to your lordship's good graces the very noble Count Tromblon de la Trombine, who is here at great personal inconvenience for the express purpose of cutting Alessandro Stradella's throat, and will be much obliged if your worship will at once order the Maestro to be let out for that purpose." Would that do? I could sign Pignaver's name to it!
They arose hastily, each shifting a pistol in his pocket, and butted through the crowd which was thronged around the Judge's stand, where the old man sat quietly smiling from his cart, and Travis and Troup were talking earnestly. "Damned if I let Trombine start against such a combination as that, sah. I'll drive off the track now, sah damned if I don't, sah!"
It was: 1st Heat: Trumps, 1st; Lizzette, 2nd; Ben Butler, 3rd; Trombine distanced. Time, 2:17-1/2. Then he heard a man swearing elegantly. It was Col. Troup. He was sitting in his sulky in front of the grand stand and talking to Travis and the genial Flecker: "A most unprofessional thing, gentlemen, damned unprofessional, sah, to shut me out.
Tennesseans were there in force to back Flecker's gelding Trumps, and they played freely and made much noise. Col. Troup's mare Trombine had her partisans who were also vociferous. But Travis's entry, Lizzette, was a favorite, and, when he appeared on the track to warm up, the valley shouted itself hoarse. Then Flecker shot out of the draw-gate and spun merrily around the track, and Col.
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