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He seems a fair lad, but you can ride rings 'round him, Bill." "I'll put up a good ride on The Dutchman, an' I think we'll ketch the Judge's eye," replied Westley. "It doesn't seem to stand for it that a stable-boy on a bad horse like Lauzanne is goin' to beat me out." "The boss says you're to have two thousand fer winnin', Westley, so don't make no mistake.
"'But whether Bill's lynched or not, it all brings up ag'in what that Gospel-gent says about doin' benev'lences; an' how after many days you dies an' makes a winnin', an' lives on velvet all eternity.
"Onless" with shivering sarcasm "you and yer Wullie are thinkin' o' winnin'." The little man rose from his solitary seat at the back of the room and pattered across. "Wullie and I are thinkin' o' t," he whispered loudly in the old man's ear. "And mair: what Adam M'Adam and his Red Wull think o' doin', that, ye may remairk, Mr. Thornton, they do. Next year we rin, and next year we win.
"One of the things I am going to do, after the Magic works and before I begin to make scientific discoveries, is to be an athlete." "We shall have thee takin' to boxin' in a week or so," said Ben Weatherstaff. "Tha'lt end wi' winnin' th' Belt an' bein' champion prize-fighter of all England." Colin fixed his eyes on him sternly. "Weatherstaff," he said, "that is disrespectful.
No, nor he won't throw no dice for the chance o' winnin' Esperanza, nor he won't flip no coin, nor yet 'rastle. 'But, says he all of a sudden, 'I'll tell you which I'll do. You're a big, thick, strappin' hulk o' a two-fisted dray-horse, Hardie, an' I ain't no effete an' digenerate one-lunger myself.
All I know is that I've got a destiny to be as great as any man can be an' that success is goin' to be my slave. I don't know what I'm going to do because I haven't seen yet what battle-field is best worth winnin'. When I see what's the biggest I'll win it." "So you want us to take what we've saved and gamble it all on your good opinion of yourself.
Let it be a lesson to you, Quiller, my laddiebuck; when you hear that whistle, light out for the tall timber. When you're a fightin' the devil, half the winnin' 's in the runnin'." Then he opened his great cavernous mouth and began to bellow, "Ho! ho! for the carrion crow, But hark to the sqawk of the carrion hawk,"
"I'll ride that hoss, mistah." "What do you know 'bout ridin'?" "I used to gin'ally be' roun' Mistah Boone's paddock in Lexington, an' " "Aroun' Boone's paddock what! Look here, little nigger, if you can ride that hoss to a winnin' I'll give you more money than you ever seen before." "I'll ride him." Patsy's heart was beating very wildly beneath his jacket. That horse. He knew that glossy coat.
So he kept them in talk, till he felt their pulses pretty well, and at last he closed with a Southerner for 700 dollars, and we returned, having made a considerable good spec of colt. Says father to me, Sam says he, you seed the crowd a follerin the winnin horse, when we came there, did'nt you? yes Sir, said I, I did.
"I can hear Billy now, as we watched her on the training track, saying: 'She hasn't got any looks but legs are better for winnin'. And she must win; she's bound to whenever she feels like it, and the track and the weights suit her. She can't help it she's got eight full crosses of Blink Bonny blood." "Blink Bonny! H'm! Who was he? What did he do?" Hilary asked. Allys looked at him severely.
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