"Jest ter give ther people over thar a chance ter see a real live race.
Besides, I'm out o' money, an' I reckon we could have a reg'lar race,
an' charge admission. That would enable me an' my grandson ter git back
ter ole Missou' again. We ain't much use out here. What d'yer say?"
"I ain't no professional racer," said Bud slowly, "an' I ain't in this
race fer what I kin make out o' it. Yer made yer brag about yer hoss an'
slurred mine, an' I'm jest game enough ter lose him if he can't beat
that calcimined hoss o' yours, but I don't go in fer bettin' er none o'
thet sort o' thing."
"I ain't said nothin' about bettin'," said the old man, in an injured
tone.
"I know yer ain't, an' I ain't accused yer o' it none. What I wuz goin'
ter say wuz thet if yer hard up an' need ther money ter take yer home
I'm ther first feller ter jump in ter help yer."
"We're all willing to help on a thing like that," said Ted.
"Then ye'll consent ter pull off ther race in Snyder?" asked the old man
eagerly.
"I am, if ther other boys will consent ter it," said Bud.
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