He never has quit, and he never will." Bud stood up and laid a friendly hand on the old fellow's shoulder.

"Pop, I'm running him to-day to win.

That's the truth.

I'm going to put all I've got on him.

Is that good enough ?" "Shucks almighty! That's good enough fer me,--plenty good fer me," Pop cackled, and trotted off to find someone who had little enough faith in Smoky to wager a two-to-one against him.
It seemed to Bud that the crowd was larger than that of a week ago, and there was no doubt whatever that the betting was more feverish, and that Jeff meant that day to retrieve his losses.