"I'd run a turtle for a quarter, at those odds!" The crowd was having hysterics when Bud straddled a Little Lost horse and, loudly declaring that he would bring back Sunfish, led Smoky limping back to the pasture.

He returned soon, leading the buckskin.

The crowd surged closer, gave Sunfish a glance and whooped again.

Bud's face was red with apparent anger, his eyes snapped.

He faced them defiantly, his hand on Sunfish's thin, straggling mane.
"You're such good sports, you'll surely appreciate my feelings when I say that this horse is mine, and I'm going to run him and back him to win!" he cried.