Little Warhorse 
Haven. The luck was against him. He was 
forced nearer to the Grand Stand. A thousand 
ladies were watching. ‘The time limit was up. 
The second Dogs were suffering, when Mickey 
came running, yelling like a madman—words 
—1imprecations—crazy sounds: 
“Ye blackguard hoodlums! Ye dhirty, cow- 
ardly bastes!”’ and he rushed furiously at the 
Dogs, intent to do them bodily harm. 
Officers came running and shouting, and 
Mickey, shrieking hatred and defiance, was 
dragged from the field, reviling Dogs and men 
with every horrid, insulting name he could think 
of or invent. 
“ Fair play! Whayer’s yer fair play, ye liars, 
ye dhirty cheats, ye bloody cowards!” And 
they drove him from the arena. The last he saw 
of it was the four foaming Dogs feebly dodging 
after a weak and worn-out Jack-rabbit, and the 
judge on his Horse beckoning to the man with 
the gun. 
The gate closed behind him, and Mickey 
heard a dang — bang, an unusual uproar mixed 
with yelps of Dogs, and he knew that Little Jack 
Warhorse had been served with finish No. 4. 
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