"No use running that horse.

I could beat him afoot." This was but the beginning.

Others began to banter and jeer Bud, Jeff's crowd taunting him with malicious glee.

The singin' kid was going to have some of the swelling taken out of his head, they chortled.

He had been crazy enough to put up a forfeit on to-day's race, and now his horse had just three legs to run on.
"Git out afoot, kid!" Jeff Hall yelled.