A Girl in Every Port Page #8

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Oh, trying to take the easy way out, eh?

We'll get kicked out the Navy and like it.

If others can stand

being civilians, so can we.

- Gonna run Little Shamrock?

- Of course.

You don't think we're going to let

this poor girl die of a broken heart?

What kind of a sailor are you?

Don't answer me. I know.

Come on.

Don't ask me which is which.

How should I know?

One of 'em's Shamrock.

They can't both be Aaron!

We'd better get the right one

cos the other one's no good for racing.

Try calling 'em.

Here, Shamrock! Here, boy! Psh! Psh!

Here, boy! Psh! Psh!

They don't know which is which themselves.

We'll have to take 'em both. I'll get hold

of the Pearl. He knows them apart.

- OK.

- Shush. Easy.

Civilians!

Couple of High Life's men. Grab 'em!

- What'll I do with 'em?

- Shove 'em in the brig.

Are you sure these guys are gangsters?

They don't look like High

Life's men to me, or sailors.

We haven't got time.

For all I know they may be brush salesmen.

Let's get outta here

before we meet anybody else.

Whoa.

- They dropped something.

- Counted on staying overnight.

We'd better take it with

us. We can't leave it.

Shamrock...

Aaron...

Twins...

Benny...

Oh!

Oh, no! Not again! Please!

It's them! Stop 'em, somebody! Stop 'em!

I saw them!

Two horses and Dunnevan and Linn!

After them, men, stop 'em!

Hey! What are you doing?

What were they going

to do with it? It's ticking.

Looks like they held us holding the bag.

Better throw it in the drink.

- What was in it?

- Those brushes must have been loaded.

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Lades and gentlemen,

I have an mportant announcement.

Lttle Shamrock, the horse

that was reported kdnapped ths week,

has been mysterously

returned to hs stables

and wll run, as scheduled, n

the Gold Coast Handcap ths afternoon.

I'm glad they're off that ship.

You better come in first. If you don't,

Janey ain't gonna marry Bert Sedgwick

and that's who she wants to marry

instead of me, you understand?

He said yes!

Stop trying to get him to talk. We got

enough trouble without a talking horse.

Hurry and see if you can find Skeezer.

It's getting late.

Hi, Dick.

Psst.

- Where have you been?

- Undercover.

High Life got a notion

that I kidnapped Little Shamrock

and his boys have been keeping me busy.

- I gotta get dressed. See you after the race.

- You don't have to.

You're not going to ride.

What do you mean?

Simply that I've got a couple of grand

bet on Clover Kid, High Life's nag.

Them torpedoes he sent after me told me

it's fixed for Clover Kid to win,

unless Little Shamrock runs.

You get the picture?

Where did you get a couple of grand?

You got a point, son.

Credit. I talked the bookies into it.

Now, follow me closely. Should Little

Shamrock run and Clover Kid not win,

you can see my position

and frankly I'm too young to die.

So you do a powder,

Little Shamrock doesn't run

and it's too late to get another jockey.

- Well...

- On the other hand,

have you thought what's going to happen to

you should Little Shamrock run and not win?

High Life's gonna be awful mad. He's

counting on it. I'd hate to be in your shoes.

What's in it for me?

Half.

You got yourself a deal.

Come on, let's get outta here.

- I can't find Skeezer.

- What?

- He ain't no place.

- He must be in someplace.

You stay here. The Pearl and I

will look for him. Come on, kid.

Now, you look behind

the stables and I'll try the paddock.

Hey, you guys gonna run your horse or not?

It's late. Get him in there.

- We'll have him there.

- Hurry it up.

Don't start the race until we get there.

- He wasn't in the stables.

- We gotta have Little Shamrock out there.

- Which one is he?

- He's that one.

Take him over to the paddock and get

him saddled. I'll wait for Skeezer.

He better come soon

or your brother will run without a jockey.

- Jane!

- Benny!

- Benny!

- Drop your anchor!

- Isn't it wonderful about Little Shamrock?

- It'll be wonderful if we find Skeezer.

- We haven't got a jockey.

- My goodness.

Come on! Help me look for him!

One of them's gone.

Tim must have found Skeezer.

- But Shamrock's still here.

- You sure?

Of course. I can tell 'em apart.

This is Shamrock.

You send Little Aaron out,

he'll be lucky if he can stand up.

- They're on the track.

- Benny, think of something quick.

The horses are n the gate,

all but one.

He's n. The flag s up.

- Benny!

- How'd you get here?

They're off and runnng.

- I couldn't find Skeezer, so I rode him.

- You're riding Little Aaron.

If it is, he hasn't heard about his ankles.

Clover Kd s out n front.

Satn Grl s next.

Lady Sue, Little Shamrock

and... Little Shamrock.

I, er... beg your pardon, ladies

and gentlemen, I meant, er...

Little Shamrock.

At the quarter, t's Lady Sue out n front.

Second s Satn Grl.

And third, coming up fast, is Little

Shamrock and behind him is Little Shamrock.

What am I saying? Take over.

Something's happened to my eyes.

There are two of 'em.

Either I'm seeing double

or they're both there.

At the half, Lady Sue s n front by a neck.

Little Shamrock is second.

Clover Kid third. And Little Shamrock.

- You said that.

- I did? I'm sorry.

At the far turn, t's Lttle

Shamrock n front, leadng by a nose.

Lady Sue is second.

And Little Shamrock is third.

How can he be third if he's first?

Give me those.

Do you want me to lose my job?

- There's two of 'em.

- Let me see.

Here, give me those.

Turnng nto the home stretch,

t's Lttle Shamrock n front.

Rght behnd hm s Lttle Shamrock.

It's Little Shamrock in front

and Little Shamrock behind!

I mean Little Shamrock first and Little

Shamrock second! What am I saying?

Slow down. Let Shamrock win. It won't

count if Aaron wins. He's not entered.

Which is the brake?

Oh!

Yahoo!

It's a dead heat,

lades and gentlemen, a dead heat.

- What happened?

- I think we both won.

Let's get outta here, while we can operate

under our own power.

Lades and gentlemen,

your attenton please. Hold all tckets.

The stewards are nqurng nto

the runnng of the last race.

Millicent, of all people.

Did you see them run? Marvellous.

Bert, this is the end.

It's that... horse... or me.

You've got to choose.

Uh, you mean right now?

Right now.

Well, you see, Millicent,

I'm afraid it's this way...

But... you can't run quite as fast as he can.

Lades and gentlemen, the stewards

have elected to dsqualfy both horses.

Aw!

The wnner s Lady Sue. Second Patouke.

And thrd Satn Grl.

What happened with Clover Kid?

High Life, it appears,

was a wee bit optimistic.

He ran last.

What do we do now?

I'm acquainted with a box car on the Santa

Fe which leaves this evening for the east.

Shall we catch it?

We better, before they catch us.

Pardon me.

I told you Little Aaron could run.

His feet got better.

You should have told me. Nobody could tell

who was winning. I could hardly tell myself.

Thanks to you,

we're liable to be killed any minute now.

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