The race track is all excitement.
People fight their way through the crowd to the bookmakers, and deposit their money, many of them placing it on Denver Bay.
Finally the rakes and brooms are called from the track.
The crowd rushes up the stairways, and the next moment a splendid bay horse comes around the head of the stretch.
“Denver Bay! Denver Bay!” is the cry.
Close behind him come other favorites.
They go down the paddock, followed in a straggling way by the rest of the field.
The jockeys and helpers crowd about their mounts, and excitement is everywhere.
“Hello,” shouts Denver Bay’s jockey, as a man, wearing the horse’s colors, moves up to him. “Don’t you think you are a dude?”
“I was a dude yesterday,” is the sullen reply.
“No monkeying there,” shouts Amos, walking up to th
