Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Magpie was
already down to a walk a short distance from the wire, and that Cap
Norris and the jockey were talking earnestly.
In a moment she had Hatrack turned, and was going back to where Bud was
waiting for her.
"Bully for you, Stella," shouted Bud. "Yer rode a great race. Jest ez I
wanted it run. Nobody couldn't hev done it better. I told yer ye'd win."
"That was too easy," laughed Stella. "I wish it had been four times as
long."
"That makes it all the better."
"How much did I beat him?"
"A whole length."
"That ought to be enough."
"It was, but I'll bet a cooky they'll make a kick. These crooks always
lay out to win, and won't race unless they can win. If they don't, they
set up a cry of foul, or something of that sort."
"But they can't do that in this case, because I didn't foul him."
Stella became indignant at the very thought.
"Sure you didn't, but that won't keep those wolves from claiming some
sort of a foul."
"You're not going to stand for it, are you?"
"Not in a blue moon.
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