Go with
God!" from the old majordomo, Don Mike and his little companion rode
south through the city toward the international boundary.
They crossed at Tecarte next day and in the somnolent little border
town Don Mike made sundry purchases and proceeded south on the road
toward Ensenada.
Meanwhile, John Parker, his wife and daughter and Danny Leighton had
motored to San Diego and taken rooms at a hotel there. Each day they
attended the races at Tia Juana, and as often as they appeared there
they looked long and anxiously for Don Miguel Jose Federico Noriaga
Farrel. But in vain.
Three days before Thanksgiving the entries for the Thanksgiving
handicap were announced, and when Danny Leighton read them in the
morning paper he at once sought his employer.
"That fellow Farrel has spoiled everything," he complained furiously.
"He's entered Panchito in the Thanksgiving Handicap at a mile and a
sixteenth, for a ten thousand dollar purse. There he is!"
Parker read the list and sighed. "Well, Panchito is his horse, Danny.
He has a right to enter him if he pleases--hello! Katie! Kay! Here's
news for you. Listen!"
He read aloud:
DON QUIXOTE AND SANCHO PANZA, JR.
ARRIVE AT TIA JUANA--THEY ENTER PANCHITO IN THE THANKSGIVING HANDICAP
_By the Rail Bird_
Considerable interest having developed among the followers of the sport
of kings at Tia Juana race-track anent the entry of Panchito in the
Thanksgiving Handicap, and the dope books yielding nothing, your
correspondent hied him to the office of the secretary of the Lower
California Jockey Club; whereupon he was regaled with the following
extraordinary tale:
Two days ago a Mexican rode into Tia Juana from the south.
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