"Reckon I do. Lucy says so, an' I'll back her any day. But, son, I ain't
paradin' what I think. I'd git in bad myself. Farlane an' the other boys,
they're with Bostil. Van he's to blame fer thet. He's takin' a dislike to you,
right off. An' what he tells Bostil an' the boys about thet race don't agree
with what Lucy tells me. Lucy says Wildfire ran fiery an' cranky at the start.
He wanted to run round an' kill the King instead of racin'. So he was three
lengths behind when Macomber dropped the flag. Lucy says the King got into his
stride. She knows. An' there Wildfire comes from behind an' climbs all over
the King! . . . Van tells a different story."
"It came off just as Lucy told you," declared Slone. "I saw every move."
"Wal, thet's neither here nor there. What you're up ag'in is this. Bostil is
sore since you called him. But he holds himself in because he hasn't given up
hope of gittin' Wildfire. An', Slone, you're sure wise, ain't you, thet if
Bostil doesn't buy him you can't stay on here?"
"I'm wise.
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