Thoroughbreds Part 49

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Gaynor pa.s.sed hurriedly down the steps, seized Porter by the arm, and whispered in his ear, "Tell the judge yer name--that a b'y named Mayne rode Lauzanne. Quick now."

Then he stepped up to Langdon. The latter had seen Alan Porter go up the steps, and realized he had made a mistake. Mike drew him inside the little enclosure that surrounded the stand.

"There's Alan Porter wit' the Stewards," Gaynor whispered close to the man's face; "an' ye'll withdraw the objection at once. If ye don't ye'll have to settle wit' the Stewards fer tryin' to bribe the b'y Mayne to pull Lauzanne. And Shandy has owned up that he was to get five hundred dollars fer dosin' Lucretia. Ye'll withdraw now, or get ruled off fer life; besides, p'isinin' a horse is jail business; an' I'll take me oath before G.o.d I can prove this, too. Now go an' withdraw quick. Ye're a d.a.m.n blackguard."

Mike had meant to restrict himself to diplomatic pressure, but his Irish was up like a flash, and he couldn't resist the final expression of wrath.

A crowd of silent men had gathered about the box in a breathless wait.

Fortunes depended upon the brief consultation that was being held between the Stewards.

As Alan Porter came down Langdon went up the steps with nervous haste.

"I've made a mistake, gentlemen," he said to the Stewards, "with your permission I'll withdraw the objection."

"Yes, it's better that way," returned one of the Stewards; "the best horse won, and that's what racing's for. It would be a pity to spoil such a grand race on a technicality."

x.x.xVII

After his first burst of aboriginal glee, ecstatically uncouth as it was, Old Bill's joy over the victory of Lauzanne took on a milder form of expression.

"Let's line up fer a cash-in," he exclaimed to Mortimer, making a break down the steps to the lawn. On the ground he stopped, his mind working at fever heat, changing its methods quickly.

"Let's wait till de kid's pa.s.sed de scales; dere's no hurry. Dere won't be many drawin' down money over Larcen; he's an outsider."

They were still waiting when the rumor of an objection floated like an impalpable shadow of evil through the enclosure. Old Bill's seamed face shed its mask of juvenile hilarity, and furrowed back into its normal condition of disgruntled bitterness. He had seen the slight mix-up when the Indian swerved in the straight. The objection must have to do with that, he thought. "What th' 'ell's th, difference," he said in fierce, imprecating anger; "de kid on Larcen didn't do no interferin', he jes come t'rough de openin' an' won-dey can't disqualify him."

"What does it mean?" asked Mortimer; "what's wrong?"

"De push's tryin' to steal de race; de favorite's beat, an' it's win, tie, or wrangle wit' 'em. If dey take de race away from Larcen we don't get de goods, see? Our t'ou's up de spout. Dere he goes, dere he goes; look at de knocker," as Langdon came down from the Stewards.

Mortimer's heart sank. An exultation such as he had never experienced in his life had flushed his breast hot; the back of his scalp had tickled in a creepy way as Lauzanne flashed first past the winning post. He had felt pride in the horse, in the boy on his back, in himself at having overcome his scruples; he would be able to save Alan Porter from dishonor. His heart had warmed to the tattered outcast at his side, who had been the means to this glorious end. It had been all over, accomplished; now it was again thrust back into the scales, where it dangled as insecure as ever. It wasn't the money alone that teetered in the balance, but the honor of Allis Porter's brother.

He gave a sharp cry of astonishment, for going up the steps in front of them was the boy himself, Alan. Presently he came down again, his face looking drawn and perplexed. In his ignorance of everything pertaining to racing Mortimer feared for an instant the theft of the thousand dollars had been discovered, and the present inquiry had something to do with that, else why was Alan mixed up in it.

As the boy came through the little gate Mortimer accosted him. "h.e.l.lo, Alan!" he exclaimed, very gently, "what's the trouble?"

"Just a silly mistake," answered Porter, a weak laugh following his words; "Langdon has claimed that I rode Lauzanne."

"Is dat it?" interposed Old Bill; "an' did you tell dem dey was wrong-de stiffs! Dere's cutt'roat Langdon up again; here he comes back, looking as tough he'd been fired fer splint--de crook! h.e.l.lo! it's all right Hoo-ray! Lauzanne gits de race!" For already the cry of "All right!"

was ringing through the betting ring. "Come on, pard," called Old Bill, eagerly, to Mortimer; "let's go an' rake down de dough."

"In a minute," the other answered; and turning to Alan Porter, took him by the arm and led him to one side. "I suppose you lost over The Dutchman," he said.

"Yes, I'm broke," answered the boy, with a plaintive smile.

"Well, I've won."

"You betting!" exclaimed Alan, in astonishment.

"Yes--strange, isn't it? But I'm going to put that money of your father's back."

The boy said nothing, and Mortimer fancied that his face flushed guiltily.

"Yes, I can put it back now that Lauzanne's won," continued Mortimer; "but don't say a word to a soul about it, I don't want anybody to know I was betting."

"But what money?" began Alan.

"I've won a thousand dollars on Lauzanne--"

"Come on, pard," said Old Bill, impatiently interrupting them, "let's get our rake off, an' den you kin buck to yer chum after."

Mortimer yielded to the tattered one's command, for without his guidance he never would be able to find the man that held the money.

"I'll be back in a little while," he said to young Porter; "don't go away."

There was delay over the cas.h.i.+ng in; being late, they found a line of Lauzanne men in front of them at the bookmaker's stand.

When Mortimer returned to the lawn with eleven hundred dollars in his pocket Alan Porter had gone. He had dreaded that perhaps the boy might do something desperate, fearing discovery of the theft; he had thought even of taking Alan back to Brookfield with him; however, he had told him that the money would be replaced, the boy would understand that nothing could happen him and would go back, Mortimer felt sure. He spent a short time searching for Alan, but his former fruitless quest had shown him the hopelessness of trying to find a person in that immense throng. He thought kindly of the enveloping mob that had kept him hidden from Allis, as he thought. He had feared to meet her--something in his presence might cause her to suspect that something was wrong. The whole episode was like a fairy dream. It was a queer twist of Fate's web, his winning enough over Lauzanne--he, a man who had never betted in his life--to replace the money the brother had stolen.

All at once it occurred to him that some reward was due the instigator of his success. The thousand he must keep intact. He had a few loose dollars in his pocket beyond his original hundred, quite sufficient to take him back to Brookfield. Taking the hundred from his pocket and turning to Old Bill, who was still with him, he said: "I'm going home, I've had enough horse racing for one day; you've done me a great kindness--will you take this hundred--I need the thousand badly, so can't spare more than this."

"Not on yer life, pard. I give you de tip first, but you got de office straight from Irish, an' we're quits, see? I wasn't playin' you fer a sucker, an' yer straight goods. Jes' shove de boodle in yer breast pocket, an' don't show it to no one. Dere's some here as would take it off you quick enough."

"But--"

"Dere ain't no buts in dis game--it's a straight deal, an' we've split even. If you'd been a crook, well, G.o.d knows how we'd a-panned out. But you ain't no geezer of dat sort--yer square, an' Old Bill wishes you good luck till de robins nest again. Yer goin', eh? Say, pard, I'd a-been wearin' diamon's if I could quit when I was 'head of de game. Yer dead onto it. Here's my hand, Mr. Morton."

"Mortimer--George Mortimer."

"Well, shake, George. Where do you hang out?"

"Brookfield."

"My address is New York. Dat's as close a fit as I knows at present.

If de run o' luck keeps up p'r'aps I'll write you from de Waldorf.

Good-bye, of man."

With a light heart Mortimer hastened from Gravesend, not waiting for the other races, and took his way to Brookfield. A genuine admiration of buffeted Old Bill filled his mind.

In the morning he would be at the bank bright and early, and replace the stolen thousand dollars; n.o.body would know that it had been taken. The narrow escape that had come to Alan Porter might prove his salvation.

Surely it would cure him of his desire to bet. Out of all this evil positive good would accrue.

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