Suddenly a gleam of intelligence illuminated his face, and he grinned.
"Say, Bud, I wisht ye'd come over yere an' look at this buckskin's off
hind foot, an' tell me what ye thinks o' it. He's been actin' powerful
queer on it all day."
Bud rose lazily and followed Sol out of camp. The buckskin was grazing
peacefully a few hundred yards away, and as they walked toward it Sol
Flatbush said:
"Bud, d'ye know that ole maverick?"
"I shore don't. Never even ast him his name," answered Bud.
"Well, I do. That's ole 'Cap' Norris. He's a hoss sharp fer fair. He an'
that boy don't do nothin' but ride the country with that magpie hoss,
pickin' up races at cow camps an' ranches an' in towns. That hoss o'
hisn is a 'ringer.' His real name is Idlewild, an' he's a perfessional
race hoss. Boy, yer stung!"
CHAPTER XXVI
"VAMOSE!"
"Oh, I don't know," said Bud quietly, as Sol Flatbush made this
announcement of the ability of Magpie, or Idlewild, as he was known
elsewhere.
"But I do," urged Sol. "I see that hoss run at Ponca City on ther Fo'th
o' July a year ago, an' he jest run away from ther best Indian racers
what ther Osages could bring over, an' yer knows they kin go some.
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