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THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1002.
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fhoroughbreds.
By W. A. FRASER
Author of "The Ou tc.it,' 'Mootw." and Other Stories.
(Copyrlnht. V1. by MeClure. Phillips A Co.)
Langdon waa a consummate trainer, a
student of horse character. He knew that
while blnlodl'l of mereury would blister
fend put right a bowed tendon, or the flrlng
Iron take the life out of a splint, that a
much finer knowledge than this was
requisite to g!t full-hearted work out of a
thoroughbred. Brain mutt be pitted agalnat
fcraln; so he studied his horaes, and when
Diablo came Into his hcnda, poesesed of a
mind disease, be worked over him with
considerable- Intelligent patience.
On the day that Langdon bad said he
would try Diablo and the Dutchman Crane
went down to Oravesend.
Crane was not skilled In the anatomy of
a. horse, beyond aa It worked out In winning
races and money. That a horse had toea
had never quite come Into his knowledge,
and Langdon'a gurgle of mirth he put down
to a suspicion that the trainer was taking
rise out of him In what he had said.
"I was thinking of Paddy Caramagb when
tie shod Diablo the other day. I think
you've heard Pat swear he holda the belt
for cussln' In this part of the country. Well,
lie let It all out or him before he'd finished
with the black. Ha! ha! ha! ha! I can hear
him still, with the sweat running off bis
face like oats spilling from a feed bag. I
eays to Paddy: 'Rub his nose a bit,' for I
could see It was more nervousness with the
horse than sheer deviltry. 'With what?'
cays Paddy, 'the hammer? T)e gor! you're
right, though,' says he, and with that he
tries to put a twister on Dlablo'a nose.
Holy Mother! Diablo reached for him and
lifted the shirt clean off hla back. Say,
there was a scared Irishman, If you ever
saw one lit your life. He threw down the
plates, cussln' aa only Paddy can, and swore
the brute could run tilt he'd wore his boofa
'Off. for all of him.
"Well. I takes hold of the black's head
an' kids him a bit, only firm like, and we
fahod him right enough."
"He Is bad tempered, then?" asked Crane.
"No, Jtiat wanta a fair deal, that'a all.
lTou make him believe you're on the square
an' he'll do what's right. But he haan't
got no uae for any of the guys that gets
cranky play In on him be won't stand It
I'm going to put Weatley upon him today."
"What about the Dutchman?"
"Colley'll do any kid can ride him If
they alt still. He's just the easlest-tem-'pered
horse that ever looked through a
bridle; ha knows what'a doln' all the
time. But Colley ain't no good on Diablo
an' if he can smell Shandy, that settles It
It's all over. I'll put Westley up; It
takes a man to ride that horse."
"What about this gallop?" asked Crane;
"there'll be spies about, trying to And out
thlnga, won't there?"
"Bet yer life there'll be somebody, sir.
llt'a Just Ilka when I was out In Colorado.
'You couldn't aee a vulture If you traveled
' forty daya, perhaps, but plant a dead thing
anywhere and In an hour the sky simply
Trained 'em down. These touts la most like
vultures of anything I know; you've Just
got to work your atunt to give 'em the
i go-by, that's all.'
Crane took but an apathetic Interest la
the matters that held full sway over the
trainer's mind; looking after these Inci
dents eras Langdon's part of the contract.
That ' waa why they were so strong to-
Rather. Langdon could do It. Just how
the trial was to benefit them alone with
'the Inevitable tout at band. Crane knew
not, neither did he Investigate; that waa
vp to the trainer.
They drove Into the paddock. Westley,
' Colley and the two atable lada were there.
"Shall we bring out the horses?" asked
'. Westley, as Langdon sat swinging a leg
loosely over the end of the buggy seat.
"Any of the talent about, BUI?''
"Quits likely, though I haven't seen
Bone."
"Well, we'll slip 'em now. Just saddle
ip carelesa like, and no preliminary, mind
you. The sharks won't look for a brush
till you've gone around once. Take your
mounts down the stretch to the quarter
poat, an' then come away the first break;
If there's anyone toutln' you off, they'll
think It Just a pipe opener an' won't catch
the time. Run out the mile an' a quarter,
make a race of it, but don't go to the bat.
Diabalo an' the Dutchman don't need no
whip to give us about the boat they've got."
"All right.,," answered WestUy. "If
I'm a Judge, when tin black'a through pullln'
he's done racin', 'cause he's a keen one,
so there won't be no call to put the bud to
him. If any of the rallblrds la lookln'
they'll think we're goln' under strong
'rap, even when we're all out."
Langdon nodded his head. He waa a
man. sot given to exuberant appreciation.
The boys averred that when Dick Langdon
didn't curse at them they had done pretty
well. Indeed.
"What's your weight?" he aaked of Weat
ley, abruptly.
"I've Just tipped the scale at 103 In my
sweater."
"103." mused the trainer, making a men
tal calculation. "What's .Colley'a weight?"
"He's as near a hundred as you can make
It"
"Did you bring over a saddle?"
"Yes, two of 'em; one apiece for the
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"Tell Colley to take one and some leads i
and weigh cut at 112. That'll be thro pounds
above the scale for May, weight for age, for
the 3-year-old, the Dutchman. I guess he
ven't need more'n seven pounds dead
weight, for It's a five-pound aaddle, I think.
Let me see, you said 103, you were."
"Yes, sir; In the sweater; I can take that
off"
"No, never mind. Take this saddle."
and he lifted one from the buggy; "It'll
Just -suit Diablo; he's got a herringbone of
a wither, an' thia Is high In the free, an'
won't cut blm. Here'a the cloth an' some
leads; weigh out a hundred and twelve,
too. Weight for age Dlablo'a a four-year-old
you ought to carry a hundred and
twenty-tit, but he's not the Dutchman'a
claes, an' the youngster'd lose him before
they'd gone half the Journey. We'll run
'em at level weights, an' he'll gtjt closer
to the Dutchman, an' the sharks won't
have such a fairy tale to tell about our
horse."
"A hundred and twelve you aald, sir?"
"HE'S A HELL OF A FINE LOOK
THE CRACKS TAKE A BACK
queried Westley, aa he put the saddle that
Langdon handed him over his left arm,
slipped the thin sheets of lead In Ma pocket
and stood dangling the linen weight cloth
In hla right hand.
"Yea, level weights a hundred an twelve
pounds."
"Westley," the trainer called, aa the lit
tle man started off, "just bring the saddle
back to me hs'e when you've weighed. I'll
put it on Diablo myself; he'a a touchy cuaa
and I don't want him ruffled by careless
handlln'."
"You take considerable trouble over It,"
remarked Crane. One would think it was
a big handicap you meant to capture this
morning."
Langdon started visibly. Was Crane
thinking of the Brooklyn? Did this quiet,
clever man slttlqg at hla elbow already
know aa much aa he hoped to discover In
hla present gallop?
He answered, "Handicaps Is usually won
pretty much like this; they're generally
settled before the horse goes to the post
for tha trip Itself. When he goes through
the paddock gate the day of the big race
he's out of hla trainer's hands; the man's
got no more to do with the racu himself
than a kid slttln' up In the grandstand.
Here'a where I come in, if we mean to land
the Brooklyn," and he looked searchlngly
at Crane, a misleading grin on hla lips.
Put the latter simply Joined in the laugh,
doubtlngly, perhaps.
"A hundred and twelve, neat," declared
Weatley, throwing some loose leads Into the
buggy. "Colley's gone to saddle the Dutch
man." "All right," answered Langdon, getting
down from the seat and taking the aaddle.
"Go end tell the boy to bring Diablo out
of the stall. I'll aaddl him in the open.
He generally klcka the hoards when I cinch
him up an' It puta him in a bad humor."
Langdon started off with the jockey, but
turned back, saying, "Oh, Mr. Crane, I
wanted to ask you "
By th'a time he had reached the buggy,
while Weatley continued on hla way to the
stalls.
"It's a One day, air," continued Langdon,
finishing hla sentence, and exchanging the
saddle In hta hand for the one that was
in the buggy.
"Going to put the other on?" aaked Crane.
til Wi
WWA
"Tea, I fancy Diablo will like this bet
ter. Touchy brute. these rare, horses; got
to humor 'em. Come oa over to the stalls
the horse "11 stand."
Diablo was being led around In a email
circle by hta boy. He waa a macnlflcent
creature, 1SH hands high, and built on
the aame grand acale; perhaps a bit leggy
for the huge barrel that topped the limbs;
that waa what caused him to go wrong
In bla younger daya. Hla black skin gllst-
ened In the noonday sun, like translucent
lacquer on the nneat panel that Chinese
patience had ever made bright.
"That's what I call the mirror of health."
said Langdon to him In an unwonted burst
of poetic eloquence, aa he paased his band
across the horse'a ribs. Then, feeling that
somehow he had laid himself open to a
suspicion of gentleness, added, "He's a
h 1 of a fine looker. If he could gallop
up to hla looks he'd make some of the
cracka take a back seat."
Even Diablo had resented either the
mellifluous comparison or the rub of Lang
don's hnd, for he lashed out furiously with
a great, far-reaching leg that nearly caught
Crane unawares.
"Your polite language seema to be aa
Irritating to him as the blacksmiths
oaths," ejaculated Crane, aa he came back
from the haaty retreat he had beaten.
"It's only play. Oood horaes is of two
kinds when you're saddlln' 'em. The
Dutchman there'll hang hla head down and
champ at the bit, even If you bury the
girth an inch deep In hla belly; he'a hon
est, and knows tt'a all needed. That's one
kind, and they're generally tba aame at the
post always there or thereabouta, wait-
ER. IF HE COULD GALLOP VP TO H13
SEAT."
in' for the word 'go.' An' they race pretty
much the same all the time. If you time
'em a mile in 1:40 at home, they'll do it
the same when the colors Is up an' the silk
a'Bappln' all about 'em In the race.
"Whoa! Hold still you brute! Steady,
steady, whoa!" This to Diablo,, for while
talking he had adjusted the weight cloth
with the gentlenese of a cavalier putting
a silk wrap about his lady love's neck, and
had put a fold of aoft woolen cloth over
the hlgh-boued wither.
"Stand out in front of him and hold
his head down a bit," this to the boy. Then,
aa he slipped the saddle Into place and
reached underneath for the girths, ha con
tinued his address to Crane on the peculiar
ity of racers.
"Now, this is a horse of another color,
this one; he 'ain't takln' things easy at
no atage of the game. He objects to every
thing, an' some day that'll land blm a
winner, see? He'll get it Into his head
that the other horses wsnt to beat him out,
an' he'll show "em a clean pair of heels
come home on the bit, pullln' double."
"Whoa, boy! Stand, old man!" Then he
ceased talking, for he had taken the rJh
strap between his teeth, and was cl5S
Ing up the big black with the firm pull of
a grizzly. Diablo squirmed under the tor
ture of the tightening web on hla sensi
tive skin, and crouched as though he would
fall on the trainer.
"Yea, sir," continued Langdon, aa he
ran the atlrrups up under the saddle flap
out of the way and motioned to the boy
to lead Diablo about.,, "Yes. sir, this fel
low's different. He's too damn sensitive.
At the post he's like aa not to aot a
locoed broncho an get one blamed for
havln' 'juiced' him but he don't need uo
dope; what he needs ia steadying. If he
gets away in front them long lega of his
will take aome catchln.' He's the kind
that wins when the books ars layio' 100
to 1 against him. But the worst of it is
with his sort; like as not the owner hasn't
a penny on then, but the publlc'U howl;
they'll call it in-an-out runntn' an' the
acrlbblera'll get their paper to print a
notice that the atable ought to be ruled
off an' all the time you're breakln' your
heart trying to get him to give his true
Hello, there's Colley out on the Dutch
man. Mount -your borae, Weatley wait, you
don't need no apura. Yes, carry a whip an'
give the guya that la watchin' a stage play
with It, but don't bit the black. We'll
juat aee what he'll do himself this trip,"
he added, addressing Crane.
Taking Westley'a small-booted foot In
his hand, he lifted the lad to Dlablo'a back
and led the horae out through a gats to
tbs course.
The two boys cantered their mounts
down to the quarter post carelessly aa
though they were going around to tbs far
side.
"Look, at "em.", cried the trainer. .."Isn't
he a little gentleman?"
,To tbe uninitiated thla might hav been
taken aa a tribute to one of the boys,
Westley perhaps, but the trainer waa not
even thinking of them. They were of to
moment. It was the wine-red bay, the
Dutchman, cantering with gentle, laxy
grace, that had drawn forth this encom
ium. His bead, aomewhat high carried,
waa held straight and true in front and hla
big syes searched tbe courae with gentle
lnqulsltlveness, for others of his kind, per
haps. "He'a a lovely horse," commented Crane,
knowing quite well to what Langdon re
ferred. "He's all that, but Juat look at the other
devil "
Diablo waa throwing his nose fretfully
up and down, up and down, grabbing at
the bit, pirouetting from one aide of the
course to the other, nearly pulling Weatley
over hla neck one minute aa with lowered
head he sought to break away and the next
daahlng forward for a few yarda with It
stuck foolishly high, like a bad-mouthed
Indian cayuse.
"But Westley'll manage him." Langdon
confided to Crane, after a period of silent
observation. "He'll get hla belly full of
runnin' again he's gene a mile and a quar
ter with tbe Dutchman. Gad! that was
eat; here they come," for the two boya
bad whirled with audden skill at the quar
ter post and broke away, with Dlabl
slightly In the lead. "My God! he ran
move," muttered Langdon. abstractedly
and quite to himself. The man at hla side
had floated Into oblivion. He saw only a
great, striding, black horse coming wide
mouthed up the stretch. At the black'a
heels with dogged lope, hung the bay.
'Take him back, take hlra back, Westley!"
yflled Langdon, leaning far out over the rail
as the horses raced by, Diablo well In front.
The trainer's admonition seemed like a
cry to a cyclone, aa void of usefulness. What
power could the tiny dot, lying close-hugged
far up on the straining black neck, hav
over tb,e galloping fiend?
"Yes, that'a the way," Langdon aald, nod
ding hla head to Crane, and jerking a thumb
out toward the first turn In the course,
where the two horses were hugging cloee to
the rail; "that'a the way he'a worked here."
"Which one?" asked his companion.
"The black; an' If he ever does that In a
race God help the others they'll never
catch him; they'll never eatch him they'll
never catch him," he kept repeating, dwell
ing lovingly on the thought, aa he saw the
conformation of it being enacted before his
eyes; for across the new green of tbs grass
sprouted course he could see two open
lengths of daylight between Diablo and the
Dutchman.
"Fifty-one and a half for the half mile,"
he Imparted to Crane, looking at hla watch.
"Now the Dutchman ia moving up; Colley
doesn't mean to get left if he can help It.
I'm afraid Dlablo'a' shut up when he's
pinched; hla kind are apt to do that. The
Dutchman ia game; an' it h ever gets to
the black'a throatlatch, he'll chuck It. But
LOOKS. HE'D MAKE SOME OK
It takes some rldln' it takes some rldln',
sir." He was becoming enthusiastic, exub
erant. Tbe silent man at hla side noticed
the childish repetition with Inward amuse
ment. He had thought that Langdon would
have been overjoyed to see the bsy horse
smother his opponent. Was not the tiatner
to have $10,000 if the Dutchman won the
handicap? But here he waa pinning his sat
isfaction to the good showing of Diablo. He
didn't know of the compact between Lang
don and the bookmaker Faust, but he
strcngly suspected from the trainer' de
meanor that the gallop he was witnessing
foretold some big coup the latter scented.
"He hasn't got him yet, be haan't got him
yet!" cried Langdon Joyfully, as ths horses
swung sround the bottom turn, closer locked
but with Diablo stUl a short length In tbe
lead.
Crane saw no great cause for exhilaration.
The Dutchman was certainly giving the
black twenty pounda tbe best of It In tbe
weights, for one was a 3-year-old, while the
other was 4, and they each carried 112.
"The mile in 1:43," chirped Langdon.
"That'a moonln', if you like, conslder'.n'
the track, the condition of the horsea an'
that they're runnin' under a double wrap.
Now we'll aee the ding-dong finish, if the
black doesn't show a streak of yellow.
Dutchy'a got htm," he added, as through
his glasses he saw them swing Into the
straight neck snd neck.
"Clever, Mr. Westley!" for Diablo' rider,
having tbe rail and the lead, had bored out
slightly on the turn, co as not to cramp
ths uncertain horse he rode, and carried
tba Dutchman wide.
Up the straight they came, tbs boys help
ing their mounts with leg and arm; the
black holding hla own with a dogged per
slstence that quite upset Langdon's prog
nostications of cowardice.
To the watchera it was as exciting aa a
stake race. Ths stamina that Langdon had
said would stand the Dutchman In good
stead over the mile-and-a-balf handicap
course now showed itself. First he waa
level with the black, then gradually, atrtde
by atride, he drew away from Diablo and
finished a short length In front.
"A great trial," cried the trainer, glee
fully, holding out hla watch for Crane's
Inspection. See that!" pointing to the hand
he bad stopped aa tbe bay's brown noszlo
flashed by the post. "Two-nine, on thla
course! Anything that beata that pair, fit
and well, a mile and a quarter on a fast
track 'II hav to make It in 2:05, an' that'a
tbe record."
"It looks good business for tbs Derby,
Langdon."
"Yes, it does. That'a tbs first showing
I've had from the colt aa a 1-year-old, but
I knew he had It In him. Hanover waa a
great boras to my mind, w never had tils
equal In America but thla youngster '11
be as good aa hie daddy ever waa. I don't
think you ought to atart him, air, till the
Derby, if you're et on winnln' it."
He had moved up to the gate aa he talked,
and now- opened it, waiting for ths boys to
come back. They bad eased down the horses
gradually, after the fierce gallop, turned
them about and were trotting toward tbe
paddock, where stood the two men. Langdon
took Diablo by the brldlereln and led him In
toward tbe stalla.
"How did he shape under you. Wesley?"
be asked, as tbe boy slipped from ths sad
dle. "I wouldn't ask to ride a better horae. I
thought I had tbe colt beaten, sure; but my
mount seemed to tire a little at tbe finish.
He didn't toaa it up, not a bit of It, ran aa
game aa a pebble; he Just tired at the finish.
I think a mile 1 hi Journey. He held the
Dutchman safe at a mile."
"I gueaa you're right, Weatley; a mlle'e
hla limit. At level weight with the 3-year-eld,
which means that be bad twenty pounda
the beat of It, ho ahould have held hla own
the whole route to be a atayer, for the colt
isn't more'n halt ready yet."
"I didn't huatls him none too much, sir
I might 'a squeezed' a bit more out of him.
Did w make fair time?"
"Quit a fee'ler. Mister Jockey," thought
Langdon to himself; "it new you want,
eh?" Then he answered aloud, with a di
plomacy born of many years of turf tuition:
"Fairish sort of time; it might hav been
better, perhapa a shade under 2:12. I
thought they might hav bettered that a
couple of reconds. But they'll come on.
they'll come on. both of them. If anybody
asks you. Westley. the Dutchman was beaten
off. see? I don't like to discourage the clever
owaera aa has good 'uns In tbe handicap."
Then he added, aa a sort of afterthough. and
with wondrous carelessness: "It doesn't
matter about the black, you know he' only
a sellln' plater, so It doesn't matter. Hut
all the same, Westley, when we find a soft
spot for him, an over-night sellln' purse or
somethln', you'll have the leg up, with a bet
down for you at a long price, see?"
"I understand, sir."
By the time Lsngdon had slipped tbe sad
dle from Dlablo'a back, the boy had thrown
a hooded blanket over him and he waa led
away.
"Send them home, Westley. Now, Mr.
Crane, we'll drive back to the house, an'
hav a bit of lunch."
As they drove along. Crane brought up the
subject of the trial.
"The colt must be extra good, Langdon,
or the black Is well, be was represented to
be not much account."
"I guess Dlablo'a about good enough to
win a big handicap, if he happened to be in
one at a light weight."
"He didn't win today."
"He cams pretty near It."
"But where would he have been carry
ing his proper weight?"
"About where he was, I guess."
"You said aa a 4-year-old he should
have had up 126 and he carried 112 and
besides had the beat boy by seven pounds
on his back."
"Just paaa me that saddle, Mr. Crane."
aald Langdon by way of an answer. "No,
not that the one I took off Diablo."
Crane reached down hia hand, but the
saddle didn't come quite as freely aa It
ahould have. "What'a it caught In?" he
asked, fretfully.
"In Itself. I reckon lift it."
"Gad! it's heavy. Did Diablo carry that
what'a In It?"
"Lead built Into it; it's my old fiddle,
you know. You're the first man that's
had his hand on that saddle for sometime,
I can tell you."
"Then Diablo did carry his full weight,"
commented Crsne, a light breaking In upon
blm.
"Just about, and carried It like a stake
horse, too."
"And you "
"Yea. I changed the saddles after West
ley weighed. He's a good boy and don't
ahoot off hia mouth much, but all the same
things will out while riding boys have the
power of speech."
"It looks sa though Diablo had some
thing in him," said Crane, meditatively.
"He's got the Brooklyn in him. Fancy
the Dutchmen In at seventy pounds; that'a
what it cornea to. Dlablo'a got ninety to
carry an' he gave the other twenty pounda
today. You've got the greatest thing on
earth right In your own handa now "
Langdon hesitated for a minute and then
added: "But I guess you knew thla all
before or you wouldn't have sent him
here."
"I bought him for a bad horse," an
swered Crane, quietly, "but if he turna
out well that'a so much to the good. But
It's a bit of luck Porter's not having de
clared hjm out toaave nearly a hundred. He
seems to have raced pretty loose."
"I wonder If he thinks I'm taking In the
fairy fate?" thnnrht t.an1nr. Alsud ha
aald: "But you'll back him now. sir, won't
you? He must be a long price In the win
ter books."
"Yes, I'll arrangs thai." answered the
other, "and I'll take care of you, too. I
suppose Weatley will take the mount."
"Surely."
"Well, you can give htm to understand
that he'll be looked after It the horso
wins."
"It's the Brooklyn, sir, Is it?"
"Seems Ilk it."
"I won't say anything about the race to
Westley, though."
"I'll leave all that to you. I'll attend to
getting the money on, yon do the rest."
When Crane had gone, Langdon paid fur
ther mental tribute to his master'a astute
ness. "Now I see it all," he muttered,
"the old man Just thought to keep me
quiet, throw me off the scent till he dup
licated the other trial wherever they
pulled It off. Now he's got a sure line on
the black, an' he'll make such a klllln'
that the books 'II remember him for many
a day. But why doea be keep throwing
that fairy tale into me about buyin' a bad
horse to oblige somebody? A man would
be a aucker to believe that of Crane; he's
not tbe sort. But one sure thing, hs said
he'd look after me, an' he will. He'd break
a man quick enough, but when he give his
word. It rtanda. Mr. Jakey Fauat can look
after himself. I'm not goln' to take chance
of lostn' a big atable of bread winners by
doublln' on the boss."
Langdon's mental analysis of Crane's
motive was the outcome of considerable
experience; that man' past life was not
compatible with generous dealing. Hla aot
of buying Diablo had been prompted by
new-born feelings of regsrd for the Porter,
chiefly Allls; but no man, much leaa Lang
don would have given him credit for other
than tha moat selfish motives.
True to bt resolve Langdon utterly re
fused to share hi confidence with Jakey
Faust.
"We've tried the horses," he said, "and
The Dutchman won, but Crane knowa more
about tbe whole business than I do. You
go to him, Jake, or wait till he sends tor
you an' you'll find out all about it. My
gams' to run straight with one man, any
way, an' I'm going to do It."
That was all Faust could learn. When an
occasion offered, he slipped a (10 note into
Shandy's band, for be knew the lad waa
full open to a bribe, but Shandy knew no
more than did the bookmaker. The Dutch
man had won the trial from the black quit
easily, waa tbe extent of his knowledge.
As to the horse himself. Shandy gave blm
a very bad character, Indeed.
(To be continued.)
Th maintaining of that high
degree) of ezceUaaca that won
for "Blats" its enviable repo
tatiom 'way back in the forties,
ha roqutrwd underrating- car
in the selection of tnateriala,
and tbe constant attention of
the moat akilled matter of
the brewer art.
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