TOD SLOAN 



asked him not to speak to me and that in any circum- 

 stances I would not ride for him any more. 



All the same I determined to get even with him m 

 some little way if it took me a year or two, and one day 

 I had my chance. I ran him up seventeen hundred 

 dollars over something he had won with m a selling 

 race He had a lot of niggers working for him, and one 

 of them who was standing by bleated : " Don't run 

 him up Tod," and Charles Quinn who was near said the 

 same thing. My answer was : " Wiy shouldn't I go 

 against that policeman : ' Mac ' would be a dead cop 

 if he had his club and star : he looks lonesome without 



a uniform." ^- n j 



Of course " Mac " was wild, but I felt satisfied. 

 It was quite against the rules for a jockey to bid, but 



the Stewards never called me up nor put a question 



about it at all. i, 4. „^ 



I never knew what Phil lost over Hamilton, but as 

 there were about two hundred bookmakers there that 

 day, and everyone went mad gambling, I should say 

 that it must have been a big order. However I can 

 remember many good things about MacDonald and 

 only tell what I have because many m America will 

 remember all about it. „ ^ j j 



It was later in the season when I first met and rode 

 for Mr Charles Fleischman, a wealthy owner with a 

 very large string of horses in training. He secured 

 first call on me. His patronage to begin with and his 

 friendship and intimacy with me afterwards make one 

 of the happiest memories of my life. He was a man of 

 about sixty-six, owning a beautiful yacht, the ^fl- 

 watha. He had two sons, Julius and Max, who at that 

 time did not take any active part in racing. Mr 

 Fleischman would glory in sitting up half the mght 

 gambling. His peculiarity, or rather amusement, was 



