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that the horse had engagements; told him what they were; 

 said that if he bought Rarus it would be with his engage- 

 ments, and concluded by telling him that I would not sell 

 the horse Avithout the engagements. He made several prop- 

 ositions, none of which I accepted, finally telling him as 

 we stood in front of Rarus' s stable, he with his head out 

 of the door, that there was the horse, and that for $36,000 

 he could have him, but that I would not lead him over the 

 sill of the door for him. He finally said that he would take 

 the horse for Mr. Simmons, but was not prepared at that 

 time to pay for him. I told him that if the horse was for 

 Mr. Simmons he could pay for him whenever Mr. Simnjons 

 thought fit. I told him that he was now Mr. Simmons' s 

 horse, and that if he died or broke his neck, Mr. Simmons 

 could hand Mr. Conldin $36,000 in money, just the same as 

 if he got him in the best of order and condition, and that I 

 exjoected him to do it. This took i^lace about ten o' clock 

 in the morning, and the horse' s engagement was to trot that 

 afternoon. I thereupon waited upon the president of the 

 association, and told him we had sold Rarus, with his en- 

 gagements, to Mr. Whitehead for Mr. Simmons of New 

 York City, as 1 -understood, informing him, in addition, that 

 I had no further control over the horse in any way, shape, 

 or manner. The president interviewed Mr. Whitehead on 

 the subject, and he said he had bought the horse, but 

 declined to trot him, as his owner did not wish to do so. 

 That was all that took j)lace in my presence at that time. 

 When I went to the hotel for dinner I met Mr. Conldin and 

 told him that I had sold Rarus and delivered him to his 

 owner's agent. He says, "Well, I suppose it will have to 

 be," and walked away. If I had been possessed of $36,000 

 then, I would have given it for Rarus, just to have had the 

 old man keep him. After dinner, of which neither of us 

 ate much, Mr. Conklin and myself went to the track, and 

 found a great crowd around Rarus' s stall. We drove up, 

 entered the back door, and I had Dave, the boy, lead 

 Rarus out where Mr. Conklin could see him. I never saw 



