Don Quixote is a dead game Mexican sport, however. He has a roll that
would choke a hippopotamus and appears willing to bet them as high as a
hound's back.
Figure it out for yourself. You pays your money and you takes your
choice. Bobby Wilson, the handicapper, says Don Quixote smokes
_marihuana_, but the _jefe politico_ says he knows it's the fermented
juice of the century plant. However, Bobby is taking no chances as the
wise ones will note when they check the weights. Panchito, being a
powerful horse and (according to Don Quixote) absolutely unbeatable,
faces the barrier with an impost of 118 pounds, not counting his shoes,
cactus burrs and stable accumulations.
Watch for Sancho Panza, Junior. He rides barefooted in a two-piece
uniform, to wit, one "nigger" shirt and a pair of blue bib overalls,
and he carries a willow switch.
_Viva_ Panchito. _Viva_ Don Quixote. _Ditto_ Sancho Panza, Junior.
John Parker finished reading and his glance sought Leighton's.
"Danny," he informed the trainer in a low voice, "here is what I call a
dirty, low, Irish trick. I suppose he's been making a night-bird out
of Panchito, but you can bet your last nickel he isn't neglecting him
when they're alone in the barn together. He gets a grooming then; he
gets well fed and well rubbed and the cactus burrs and the stable
accumulations are only scenery when Panchito's on parade.
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