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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 18 he sold for $600,000. To the Japanese." "Did you want to buy him?" "'Open the bidding for us,' the Claiborne grooms joked. 'Bid $100,000-you won't get stuck.' I like Lexington, I told them, but I didn't care to go to jail there." "Oo-oh," she said, with a little skip, "I think you know what you're doing! I think we're going to make some money!" They waited outside the turnstiles. After the seventh race everyone got in free. They walked in the gardens and visited the little zoo. At the hour of five the great stakes horses came to the paddock. Early money was going on Santorin the Second, a horse that had won his last start by twenty-seven lengths In Chile. The black horse, True Knight, was two-to-one, and the distance was right for him. "But I like the big horse," February smiled. "Look, he always wins, and I just know he'll do it like you said; you've been so sure all week." "Yeah," Dory looked worriedly at her. "I have it on a very bad authority. Twenty percent of what I make off this horserace goes to buy some balls and bats for this church camp where I once--" "Gosh," she interrupted, "Do you need a tax deduction? I guess I don't know you very well. Dory I've been |