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pole all around. All this was true enough. So was the 

 declaration that he was the only horse in sight likely to 

 break the record — Maud S.'s 2:08^. Millard Sanders 

 drove him up and down, and the crowd applauded some 

 more. Then it was told that he would trot a mile with a 

 fast last quarter. He did it in his own beautiful friction- 

 less way, coming home from the three-quarter pole in 

 31^2 seconds — a 2:06 gait. Meanwhile bidders had 

 drawn themselves nearer the auctioneer's box. Jackson 

 Case, Jerome I. Case's son, was on the box corner, with 

 W. H. Crawford and Ed Bither beneath him. Jackson's 

 father had missed the little wonder once, and the son was 

 going to try for him again. He was needed to replace 

 the sore-footed Jay-Eye-See, once a trotting king, but 

 hardly long enough to get measured for a crown. A 

 tall, dark man with English whiskers — Carlton, once a 

 ballplayer of fame; Dr. Stuart, the local vet; President 

 Campau, of The Horseman and Detroit Driving Club ; 

 all drew nervously near and waited. "There's the hoss," 

 said Colonel Edmondson. "He is to be sold without re- 

 serve. Bid on him !" 



"Fifteen thousand dollars !" shouted young Case. 

 "Sixteen!" said Mr. Campau. 



President Edwards moved up. In his pocket was a 

 telegraphic request from Frank Work, the well-known 

 trotting amateur of New York, to bid up to $17,000 for 

 Guy. Colonel Edwards never got a chance. Dr. Stuart 

 bid $17,000, Carlton $18,000, and then it lagged a little. 

 Suddenly a peculiar-looking and quietly-dressed man who 

 was under the shadow of the auctioneer's box and hidden 

 from the stands, raised his pale and nervous eyes and 

 bid $19,000. Who was he? H. A. Stephens, of the local 

 tea and coffee firm of Steohens & Widlar, who married 



