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"Will the betting men take a hundred dollars from me on this horse, Lauzanne?" he asked, after the minute's pause, during which these thoughts had flashed through his mind. "Will dey take a hundred? Will dey take a t'ousand! Say, what you givin' me?" "If Lauzanne won, I'd win a thousand, would I?"
I'll lay you fifteen thousand to one ag'in' the stable, an' if Lauzanne wins you'll buy me a nice tiepin." His round, fat sides heaved spasmodically with suppressed merriment at the idea of Lauzanne in the Brooklyn Derby. "They must have a pretty good opinion of The Dutchman," Dixon thought, as he moved away after concluding the bet.
As the horses passed to the course, Crane, who had followed The Dutchman to the gate, raised his eyes from scanning Lauzanne to the rider on his back. It was just a look of languid interest in the apprentice boy Dixon had put up instead of such a good jockey as Redpath. The face rivetted his attention; something in the line of the cheek recalled a face he had constantly in view.
He had wondered where Dixon had got this new boy; why he was putting him up on Lauzanne instead of Redpath; it seemed a foolish thing to give the mount to an apprentice when a good jockey was to be had. Could it be that it really was Alan. The whole family were natural-born jockeys, father and son, even the girl, Allis.
"I saw nothing else, father." She beckoned to him with her eyes, tipped her head forward, and whispered: "Those people behind us have backed Lauzanne. I think they're racing folks." The father smiled as an uncultured woman's voice from one row back jarred on his ear. Allis noticed the smile and its provocation, and said, speaking hastily, "I don't mean like you, father " "Like us," he corrected.
"But what do you think of old Lauzanne?" exclaimed Carter. "He just wore Diablo down, hung to him like a bulldog, an' beat him out." "It was the girl's ridin'; an' Lauzanne was feared, too. He's chicken-hearted; that's what he is. Some day in a race he'll get away in front av his horses, an' beat 'em by the length av a street. He'll be a hun'red to wan, an' nobody'll have a penny on."
John Porter was undoubtedly brightened by the daughter's visit. Lucretia's defeat in the Handicap had increased his despondency. To prepare him gradually for further reverses Allis intimated, rather than asserted, that Lucretia might possibly have a slight cold Digon wasn't sure; but they were going to run Lauzanne also.
"Pass him yer dust," he continued, turning to his companion. The latter handed his money to Faust. "Lauzanne!" advised Old Bill. "A thousand-to-hundred-Lauzanne, win; an' the number is" he stretched out his hand, and turning over Mortimer's dangling badge, read aloud, "Twenty-five, three-five-seven."
Crane tells me that Redpath didn't ride Lucretia out in the Handicap, and whether he rides the mare or Lauzanne it seems all one we'll get beat anyway." "Another boy will have the mount on Lauzanne," Allis answered. "What difference will that make? You can't trust him." "You can trust this boy, father, as you might your own son, Alan." "I don't know about that.
Langdon was diplomatically giving her as A1 Mayne to understand that if she threw the race on Lauzanne, she would get a place in their stable at a retainer of a thousand dollars. "We can afford it if we win the race," he continued, "for we stand a big stake. Come and see me any time you like to talk this over."
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