Ain't that the out doinest way to come back at a man that likes a good race ?" Bud swelled his chest and laid his hand on Jeff's shoulder.

"Just to show you I'm not a piker," he cried recklessly, "I'll bet you twenty-five dollars I can beat your Skeeter with my Smoky horse that I rode in here.

Is it a go ?" Jeff's jaw dropped a little, with surprise.

"What fer horse is this here Smoky horse of yourn ?" he wanted to know.
Bud winked at the group, which cackled gleeful!, "I love the sport of kings," he said.

"I love it so well I don't have to see your Skeeter horse till Sunday.