Riding High Page #14

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These old eyes have seen

some great horses, but...

Tough break, kid.

Come on, get back, will you, please.

Everybody, give us a little room here.

Off the track, everybody.

We're all grateful to Mr. Brooks

for permitting us to lay Broadway Bill

to rest here at the scene of his victory.

What he did yesterday afternoon

was to teach us all the true meaning

of courage and loyalty.

Broadway Bill only ran one race,

but he ran it well.

For he not only overcame the speed

of his brother horses,

but he had to overcome the greed

in us human beings.

We should all feel humble

and a little ashamed that a horse

should teach us such a lesson

in honesty.

If we profit by such an example,

then racing will be something

more than a sport,

and Broadway Bill

will never be forgotten.

Mr. Brooks.

Well, I guess I'll be

saying goodbye, Dan.

You'll be going back home

to Higginsville, huh?

But not you. You won't.

No.

I'll be on my way, I guess.

Good luck.

Princess, you've been swell.

- You've helped me over a...

- Thanks, Dan.

Oh, there's Dad.

Dan.

J.L.

Margaret come with you?

No, she didn't.

You see, Margaret sort of counted

on your coming back to Higginsville,

- now that Broadway Bill...

- Yeah.

I guess she figured

this would be the break.

I'm not going back

to Higginsville, J.L.

I... I don't know.

Nothing matters much anymore.

Just take care of the princess, huh?

That's my decision, and it's final.

But, Father, what's come over you?

You can't sell the paper-box factory.

We've only been married for

two months. It isn't fair to Bertie.

- Yeah.

- Bertie.

And I'm selling the ironworks,

the lampshade plant

and next and last, the bank.

- No, no, not the bank.

- No, not the bank.

- The bank?

- Well, what will become of us?

You?

You'll have to go to work.

- It's Dan.

- Princess.

Hey, it's Mr. Brooks, sir.

"Release the princess

from the dark tower", he says.

Well, go on. Go on.

Don't be an idiot like your sister.

Princess!

Looking for someone?

Not anymore, I'm not.

Look, Broadway Bill II

and the Princess.

- Oh, Dan.

- Come on, we're off to Santa Anita.

Get aboard, here we go.

Remember Whitey?

- Hi, Whitey. Hi, Skeeter.

- Hi there.

Goodbye, Dad.

Goodbye, Johnson.

Oh, I'm so glad you came back.

Hey! Wait for me!

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