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Once outside the stall, however, it began another rampage. Hicks held a last whispered conversation with Kaboff, giving him minute instructions. "I can just try it, you know," said Kaboff. "I can't guarantee to get away with it." "As much again if you do, you know," said Owen as he started briskly away with Hicks.
His beady black eyes watched the two newcomers on their way across the lot, but he gave no sign of recognition until Hicks and Owen reached the door. "Hello, Eddie," said Hicks. Kaboff got up slowly and extended a flabby hand to his acquaintance. He was introduced to Owen, who let Hicks do the talking. "What's new, Eddie?" "Nuthin'." "Still got that wild horse you never was able to sell?" "Yep."
"Can you still manage him yourself?" "I guess I could, but he ain't safe to take among traffic." Hicks stepped close to Kaboff, talking in rapid whispers. The little man turned white. "No, no; I'm too old for that kind of game," he said. Owen drew from his pocket a roll of yellowbacks the biggest roll Eddie Kaboff had seen since the days of "easy money."
A beautiful bay saddle horse occupied the box. Kaboff entered and called the animal, which answered by flying into a seeming fury, plunging about the box, kicking, rearing and snapping. "Same old devil," muttered Hicks. "He'll do." The sight of an apple in Kaboff's hand calmed the animal. It came to him and ate docilely while he slipped a bridle over its head.
He could make a thousand dollars in an afternoon if the horse should happen to get wild at the right time and do the right thing." "Hm'm," mused Hicks. "I wonder if Eddie Kaboff has still got his livery stable down on Tenth avenue. We might go see." After ten minutes' walk Hicks brought up in front of a bill-plastered door in a fence.
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