rk satisfactorily; a fair slip had been given to
every leash. He was still in command as slipper. Now came the final for
the cup--the cup and the large stakes.

VII

There were the slim and elegant Dogs awaiting their turn. Minkie and
her rival were first. Everything had been fair so far, and who can say
that what followed was unfair? Mickey could turn out which Jack he
pleased.

"Number three!" he called to his partner.

Out leaped the Little Warhorse,--black and white his great ears, easy
and low his five-foot bounds; gazing wildly at the unwonted crowd about
the Park, he leaped high in one surprising spy-hop.

"Hrrrrr!" shouted the slipper, and his partner rattled a stick on the
fence. The Warhorse's bounds increased to eight or nine feet.

"Hrrrrrr!" and they were ten or twelve feet. At thirty yards the Hounds
were slipped--an even slip; some thought it could have been done at
twenty yards.

"Hrrrrrr! Hrrrrrrr!" and the Warhorse was doing fourteen-foot leaps,
not a spy-hop among them.

"Hrrrrr!" wonderful Dogs! how they sailed; but drifting ahead of them,
like a white sea-bird or flying scud, was the Warhorse. Away past the
Grand Stand. And the Dogs--were they closing the gap of start? Closing!
It was lengthening! In less time than it takes to tell it, that
black-and-white thistledown had drifted away through the Haven
door,--the door so like that good old hen-hole,--and the Grey-hounds
pulled up amidst a roar of derision and cheers for the Little Warhorse.
How Mickey did laugh! How Dignam did swear! How the newspaper men did
scribble--scribble--scribble!

Next day there was a paragraph in all the papers: "WONDERFUL FEAT OF A
JACKRABBIT. The Little Warhorse, as he has been styled, completely
skunked two of the most famous Dogs on the turf," etc.

There was a fierce wrangle among the dog-men. This was a tie, since
neither had scored, and Minkie and her rival were allowed to run again;
but that half-mile had been too hot, and they had no show for the cup.

Mickey met "Diamonds" next day, by chance.

"Have a cigar, Mickey."

"Oi will thot, sor. Faix, thim's so foine; I'd loike two--thank ye,
sor."

VIII

From that time the Little Warhorse became the pride of the Irish boy.
Slipper Slyman had been honorably reinstated and Mickey reduced to the
rank of Jack-starter, but that merely helped to turn his sympathies
from the Dogs to the Rabbits, or rather to the Warhorse, for of all the
five hundred t