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"Well, we'll see, Mart."
"You've won a great race," exclaimed the Woman as she came forward with
the Big Man, and grasped "Scotty's" hand warmly; "a great race, and
against heavy odds."
But "Scotty," looking down on Baldy with gratitude and pride, replied
simply:
"No, the credit all belongs to good old Baldy here; it is his race, not
mine."
Then the Woman, kneeling in the snow beside the leader, with her arms
about him, said softly, "It was wonderful, Baldy, simply wonderful, the
way you saved the day."
And so the Solomon Derby was over, and Baldy had made good.
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XI
One Summer
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CHAPTER XI
ONE SUMMER
The winning of the Solomon Derby marked a new era in Baldy's life. His
home-coming had been made both joyous and miserable by the various
attentions he had received. With his sensitive, shrinking nature, it was
a sore trial to be the center of attraction, and the object of constant
discussion. "Scotty" had warmly commended his record to Ben Edwards,
which was compensation even for the Woman's newly awakened and frankly
expressed admiration. She had almost wept on his neck, which was
embarrassing for an undemonstrative dog, and said he deserved a Carnegie
Medal--whatever that was--though she suggested, practically, a large
juicy beefsteak as an immediate compromise.
The neighbors conceded generously that it was more than they had
expected of an "old grouch.
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