Little Warhorse 
One Jack-rabbit is much like another. 
Everybody knows that; it was simply a ques- 
tion of choosing yeur Jack. 
The preliminaries were over. Fifty Jacks had 
been run and killed. Mickey had done his work 
satisfactorily ; a fair slip had been given to every 
leash. He was still in command as slipper. 
Now came the final for the cup—the cup and 
the large stakes. 
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There were the slim and elegant Dogs await- 
ing their turn. Minkie and her rival were first. 
Everything had been fair so far, and who can 
say that what followed was unfair? Mickey 
could turn out which Jack he pleased. 
“Number three!” he called to his partner. 
Out leaped the Little Warhorse,—black and 
white his great ears, easy and low his five-foot 
bounds; gazing wildly at the unwonted crowd 
about the Park, he leaped high in one surpris- 
ing spy-hop. 
“ Hrrrrr!” shouted the slipper, and his part- 
ner rattled a stick on the fence. The War- 
horse’s bounds increased to eight or nine feet. 
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