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didn't know it until he see me, then he suddenly remembered a little
deal me an' him was in. I know this Magpie hoss well, an' it couldn't
stand no more show of winnin' a race from Chiquita than a snail would.
Take it from me that ye've been caught at yer own game, an' have been
done."
At the name of Chiquita a groan went up from the gamblers.
"And who are you?" asked Bud.
"Come nearer, an' I'll tell you in your ear," was the reply.
Bud went close to him, and the man stooped in his saddle and whispered a
word in his ear, at which the old cow-puncher looked startled, then
burst into a fit of laughter.
CHAPTER XXVIII
TED'S GREAT VICTORY.
"I tell you I'll never stand for it."
The voice of big Ben Tremont could be heard roaring above the noise made
by the crowd around the judges' stand.
"It's a go. The race goes to Magpie on a foul."
The big man in the stand made this announcement in a voice of thunder.
"Bully for you, Shan Rhue!" yelled the gamblers, crowding to the stand
in a body.
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