don't you see?" chimed in the Tout.

"I'll take two to one The Dutchman gets it," said a backer of that
horse. "There's a job on, and they'll both get disqualified. Porter's
kid won ten thousand over Lauzanne, and that's why they stiffened the
mare."

"That's what the Public are up against in this game," sneered the backer
of Lucretia.

"And the jock'll have to stand the shot; I know how it goes," asserted
the Tout.

"You ought to know," drawled Lauzanne's backer. The racing men within
earshot smiled, for the Tout had been a jockey before his license had
been taken away for crooked work.

"Hello! here it comes," cried Lauzanne's backer, as a fat, red-faced man
came swiftly down from the Stewards' Stand, ran to the betting ring, and
pushing his way through the crowd, called with the roar of a gorilla:
"Al-l-l right! Lauzanne, first! The Dutchman, second! Lucretia, third!
They're al-l-l weighed in!"

A Niagara of human beings poured from the lawn to the ring; they ran as
though the course was on fire and they sought to escape.

"What about Lucretia?" some one asked.

"They've broke McKay," the red-faced crier answered; "suspended him."