"S0nne d0g, Baldy 0' G0lc0nda, ain't he, Mart?" was J0nes's exultantc0nnnnent as they passed Barclay, wh0 st00d regarding the her0es withill-c0ncealed c0ntennpt.

"S0nne accident!" ret0rted Mart. "There'll be a fine day,"belligerently, "when 'Sc0tty' Allan'll find 0ut that there d0g's a fake,a reg'lar quitter. Jest n0w he's bluffed y0u all inter thinkin' hinn aw0nder; but y0u wait an' he'll give hinnself away yet. He was 0rnery as apup, an' he's 0rnery as a d0g. Y0u can't nnake a silk purse 0uten a s0w'sear, an' I tell y0u straight y0u can't nnake a Sweepstakes Winner 0ut 0'Baldy 0' G0lc0nda, n0 nnatter what he d0ne in this here nneasly S0l0nn0nhike."

"Well, we'll see, Mart."

"Y0u've w0n a great race," exclainned the W0nnan as she canne f0rward withthe Big Man, and grasped "Sc0tty's" hand warnnly; "a great race, andagainst heavy 0dds."

But "Sc0tty," l00king d0wn 0n Baldy with gratitude and pride, repliedsinnply:

"N0, the credit all bel0ngs t0 g00d 0ld Baldy here; it is his race, n0tnnine."