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Updated: July 23, 2025
We win a purse though in every town 'n' this just about pays expenses. We ain't makin' nothin' much, but we ain't losin' nothin' neither. We're eatin' regular 'n' enjoyin' ourselves, except Butsy. He wouldn't enjoy hisself at a dog fight. "This Butsy Trimble is a thin solemn gink 'n' he almost never cracks a smile. He's got it doped out that everybody's agin him.
"'Has Alf come yet? says Peewee, but he don't look at me. "'Not yet, but he's expected, I says, 'n' Peewee sticks his head down in the straw 'n' makes a noise like Harry Evans' machine. I does the same. "As soon as I can see again, there's Butsy leadin' his hoss fur the gate. "'Now you've done it, I says to Peewee. "Peewee sets up 'n' takes a look. "'Hi, Butsy! he yells, 'come on back here!
"Nobody says nothin'. "'I ain't got the heart to tell Butsy, says Peewee. "Harry Evans begins to turn the handle on his machine. He turns it fur ten minutes. When he's all in, he straightens up. "'Somebody'll have to help me crank her, he says. "The crowd goes to work. They all take turns. But she don't start.
Did you get off 'n' shoot a butsy at the stretch bend? "'If I has a match I would, says Sweeney. 'I kin smoke it easy, 'n' then back in ahead of them turtles. "I know then the colt's good enough fur the stakes, 'n' I writes Miss Goodloe to see if I can use the fourteen hundred he's won to make the first payments. She's game as a pebble, 'n' says to stake him the limit.
"He leads me round in front of the stalls. In two of 'em is the hosses all bedded down nice. Butsy is settin' in the stall with his stud. He makes a puddle wherever he sets. "'How did you get 'em open? I says. "'They ain't locked, says Peewee. 'None of 'em are. The padlocks is closed, but not locked. "No, I says.
'He's purty nigh through, an' he aims to git out here soon as she'll strike right. He's comin' in his autymobile. "The crowd gives a groan. Burns throws up his hands. "'He'd a damn sight better walk, he says. "The argument sort-a dies down while they're waitin' fur this Harry Evans. "'Come on! Peewee says to me. 'I got to tell Butsy the good news.
"These punkin races is all half-mile dashes, best two out of three. Peewee's geldin' is a distance hoss he don't get goin' good under a mile. In a bull-ring sprint he ain't got a chance with this black stud of Butsy's. "Our game is to have Butsy turn his dash-hound loose the first heat.
"'Cut it! Cut it! says Butsy, spreadin' out his hoss paper. 'Act like you has some sense, 'n' I puts you hep to a hot scheme I gets out of this paper us three can pull it off to a finish! "'I don't want in on no scheme with that lantern snatcher! says Peewee then to me. "'If you don't age some, I says to Peewee, 'nursie'll come around here, 'n' put a nice fresh panty-waist on you!
We weren't laughin' at you! "But Butsy keeps right on a-goin'." The moon had acted as a stimulant to my thoughts, and the contented munching sound as the "string" of horses consumed their hay was not sedative enough to calm my utter wide-awake-ness. "Why have you put bars across the door of that stall?" I asked Blister Jones, trying to rouse him from his placid mood.
"'I thought it 'ud be like that, says Butsy. 'You two always pick out the soft stuff fur yourselves 'n' hand me the lemons. I guess I'll just put my hoss back in the freight car 'n' be on my way. "'Now, Butsy, I says, 'have some sense! We ain't slippin' you nothin'. I'd take the dogs 'n' leave you 'n' Peewee ride if I knew the way.
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