Bud rode to where Pop was sitting apart on a pacing gray horse that he always rode, and paused to say guardedly, "I pulled him, Pop.

But at that I won, so if I can pry another race out of this bunch to-day, you can bet all you like.

And you owe me five dollars," he added thriftily.
"Sho! Shucks almighty!" spluttered Pop, reaching reluctantly into his pocket for the money.

"Jeff, he done some pullin' himself--I wish I knowed," he added pettishly, "just how big a fool you air." "Hey, come over here!" shouted Jeff.

"What yuh nagging ole Pop about ?" "Pop lost five dollars on that race," Bud called back, and loped over to the crowd.