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"I know where it is, though; that mischievous rascal, Lauzanne, nibbled it from the front of my jacket; I saw him do it, but forgot to pick it up." "Allow me, Miss Porter; I'll get it for you." "No; please don't!" with emphasis. As he started back, she laid a detaining hand on his arm. "I'd much prefer to go myself; Lauzanne distrusts strangers and might make trouble."
"It's all over; we are beaten again. Everything is against us everybody is against us," she cried, bitterly; "will good fortune never come father's way?" By the time the horses had swung into the stretch, and Lauzanne had not in the slightest improved his position, it dawned upon Redpath that his efforts were productive of no good, so he desisted.
I wish I could ride him myself," she added, playfully; then fearing that she had hurt the boy's feelings by discounting his ability, added, hastily: "I'm afraid I've spoiled Lauzanne; he has taken a liking to me, and I've learned how to make him think he's having his own way when he's really doing just what I want him to do."
"Just as I thought," muttered the boy; "this skate's kiddin' me just as he does the gal. He's a lazy brute it's the bud he wants." Convinced that he was right, and that his orders were all wrong, the jockey asserted himself. He proceeded to ride Lauzanne most energetically. In the horse's mind this sort of thing was associated with unlimited punishment.
Now it would be a race; but Lauzanne was trying, trying all by himself, for the rider was as still as death. Already the clamor of many voices was splitting the air; all over the stand it was, "The favorite wins! The Dutchman wins!" Even yet there was no beckoning call for Lauzanne; but Mike knew.
Thoroughly distrusting Lauzanne, embittered by his cowardice, Porter had given him away but to Allis. Strangely enough, the girl had taken a strong liking to the son of Lazzarone; it may have been because of the feeling that she was indirectly responsible for his presence at Ringwood. Allis Porter's perceptions had been developed to an extraordinary degree.
"For an instant I thought that was Alan Porter on Lauzanne," he said to Langdon, who was at his elbow. "A strange fancy I'm going up to the stand to watch the race:" "It's all roight but the win now," said Mike to Dixon. "I'm goin' in be the Judges' box to watch the finish. You'll be helpin' the b'y pass the scales, Andy."
Just in front of Lauzanne, with swinging stride raced the brown mare, waiting till the Chestnut should drop back beaten, to take up the running with Diablo. That was Carter's good judgment; and he rode as though it were the Derby, and he was nursing his mount for the last call at the finish.
"Hello, Sis been looking for you. Where's Dad?" "Gone to get Lauzanne." "Lauzanne!" and the boy's eyes that were exactly like her own, opened wide in astonishment. "Yes; father bought him." "The deuce! I say, Allis, that won't do. Don't you know there's something wrong about this race? I just saved myself. I backed the little mare for a V then I heard something.
They've put up Redpath, an' that beats me, too, for I think he's straight. But the Indian hasn't a ghost of a chance to win. You'd better take a whip." "I don't want either whip or spurs," answered the girl. "Lauzanne will do better without them." "I know that, but take a whip something else in the race might need it; an' if you have to use it, use it good an' strong.
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