Finally I heard Clara Jane saying, "Isn't it lucky you didn't bet on
this race. I believe you would have picked that foolish looking
horse that stopped over there to bite the fence!"
"I'm done! turn me over!" I murmured, and then I rushed down among
the ramblers and made a swift touch for the price of a couple of
rides home.
On the way back Clara Jane made me promise again that I'd be awfully,
awfully careful of my $19,218.