"'Now,' says Butsy, 'I'm born 'n' raised in Mount Clinton, Ohio. I sees the race meet there frequent 'n' she's a peach. You can have a hoss lay down 'n' go to sleep on the track if you don't want him to win 'n' then tell the judges he's got spring fever. Everything goes except murder. We'll take that black stud of mine 'n' Peewee's bay geldin' 'n' hit this punkin circuit. We can win a purse each week fur travelin' expenses, 'n' what we cops on the side is velvet.' "'What do you want me fur?' I says. "'Why,' says Butsy, 'at these county fairs there ain't no bookies. They just bets from hand to hand. While me 'n' Peewee rides, you sashay out among the rubes 'n' get the coin down on whichever hoss we frames to win.' "We sets there 'n' talks over the proposition most all night. Butsy says it's a cinch 'n' it ain't long till me 'n' Peewee figgers he's got it doped right. "'Let's go against it, Blister,' Peewee says to me. 'What do you say, old pal?' "'I'm there with bells on,' I says, 'n' that settles it. I ships my colts to Judge Dillon, 'n' the next week we start. "These punkin races is all half-mile dashes, best two out of three. Peewee's geldin' is a distance hoss--he don't get goin' good under a mile. In a bull-ring sprint he ain't got a chance with this black stud of Butsy's. "Our game is to have Butsy turn his dash-hound loose the first heat. Then I ambulates out among the rubes 'n' acts like I'm willing to bet on the bay geldin'. If I finds a live one, Butsy takes his hoss up in his lap the last two trips 'n' Peewee comes on 'n' grabs the gravy. "We figger the rubes'll eat it up after seein' that nice-lookin' black stud romp away with the first heat. But right there the dope falls down--the rubes ain't as dead as they look. "In the first town we strike I eases up to a tall Jasper after the black hoss has grabbed the opener on the bit. "'Say, pardner,' I says, 'do you ever bet a piece of money on a race?' "This Jasper is just a Adam's apple surrounded by arms 'n' legs. "'Well, I should say as much,' he says. 'But most ginrally they wan't nobody bet with me. Up in Liberty Township the boys call me Lucky Andy.' "'It's a crime to do this!' I says to myself. 'I'll make a little bet with you, pardner,' I says out loud. 'Not much though--you're too lucky!' "'How was ye calkewlatin' to bet?' says the Jasper. "'This black hoss acted kind-a tired to me,' I says. 'I'll just bet you twenty bucks he don't win the race.' "'You look like a smart little cuss,' he says. 'What's good enough fer you is good enough fer me.' He beats it over to where another rube is settin' in a buggy. 'Hi, Bill!' says my Jasper, 'I'll just bet ye fifty cents the black hawse dun't win the race--even if I do lose!'