MORVICH 



The truth is, I tried so hard to please those 

 boys, to win their love, prancng and playing, 

 that I just could not settle down to business. 

 I would do a furlong in 24, and that is no time 

 at all. If a young horse does it in 21, then the 

 trainer says: "There is a horse. We must con- 

 dition him." But if he does it in 24, he says: 

 "Nothing to him. We'll sell him presently 

 for his keep." 



Runstar was a beautiful chestnut horse by 

 now. I could see him, now and then mettle- 

 some, flashing through his furlong in 20. Ah, 

 how I yearned to beat him. And when I would 

 hear the trainer or the stable boys talking about 

 Runstar I would quiver all over with determi- 

 nation. I would beat him yet. 



At last came the spring of 1921. I was a 

 two-year-old now, according to horse age, and 

 eligible to race. So was Runstar, the pride of 

 the stables. The pair of us, favorite and cull, 

 were put in the box cars and started on our long 

 journey eastward, over the deserts, over the 



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