Read Ebook: New Nick Carter weekly; No. 28. July 10 1897; Nick Carter at the track; or How he became a dead game sport. by Carter Nicholas House Name

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e how it is, gentlemen, two men have the drop on you, so you may as well give in."

"Hold steady there, Mr. Officer, while I slip on the bracelets."

Almost before the men could realize their true position, they were handcuffed and helpless.

"It's just this way," said Nick, still keeping in the shadow, "nothing is to be said about your attempt to lame Denver Bay."

"What are we arrested for, then?" gasped Brower.

"For the larceny of twenty thousand dollars from James Wheeler's office in Wall Street not long ago."

"Where is your proof?"

"Never mind the proof now. There is a carriage waiting outside. If you make any noise here, or in the future give any intimation of the place of your arrest, it will only damage your case with the court."

They offered no further remonstrance, and were soon in a carriage on their way to the county jail in charge of two deputy sheriffs.

A few men lounging about the place saw the men enter the carriage, but no one suspected that the elegantly attired gentleman and the rough-looking hostler were handcuffed together.

As Nick stood watching the carriage when it was driven off he felt a soft pull at his coat.

"My!" said the voice of a jockey, "wasn't that a slick job?"

"You little scamp!" said Nick, with a smile, "did you see that?"

"You bet I did. Don't you s'pose I wanted to know what you was stayin' in dere for?"

"Suppose I had stayed there all night?"

"Den I wouldn't have got no sleep."

"Suppose I had hurt the horse?"

"Then I'd have clawed your eyes out."

"You think a good deal of that horse, don't you?"

"Course I does."

"Then you stick close to him to-morrow."

"You bet I will. I'm goin' to ride him."

"Well, if you see a new hostler hanging around him on the track, you ask him if he doesn't think he's a dude. If he says he was a dude yesterday you go on about your business and let him alone. Understand?"

"All right. Guess I know who de new man'll be."

"Well, don't you open your mouth about what has taken place here to-night, and keep equally still about to-morrow's work."

The boy nodded and turned away.

"And now," thought Nick, as he walked toward the hotel, "I've got the biggest scheme of all to face in the morning."

A FOOT RACE.

"There's something mysterious going on."

Martin was the speaker, and Amos was listening, all attention.

"Anything new?"

"Why, there's rumors around the stables of strange happenings last night, but no one seems to know anything definite."

"In what way?"

"That's what I can't find out. People were seen to pass out late in the night and drive hurriedly away in a carriage."

"Nobody knows who they were?"

"The jockey who is to ride Denver Bay was seen talking to one of the strangers, but you can't get a word out of him."

"That's strange."

"It's more than strange--it's suspicious. But, after all, we have our own scheme to work, and I have every confidence in that."

"You have the medicine?"

"Yes."

"Well, you'd better give it to me now. There is no knowing when we will be together again."

Martin took a small box from his pocket, opened it, and exhibited a white, sugar-coated pill about the size of a marble.

"You can't be too careful with this," he said. "I had work enough getting it."

"Is it poisonous?"

"No. It's a compound known only to one or two people, and they charge mighty high for it. That little pill cost me a hundred round dollars."

"It'll make the horse stop, bolt and kick, will it?"

"It certainly will. I didn't go into this thing without seeing it tried."

"And the horse'll be all right in five minutes, eh?"

"Yes, the pain will subside in less time than that. The beast will be a trifle weak for a while, but no one will notice that."

"Isn't there some danger of killing the jockey?"

"Let the jockey take care of himself."

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