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The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Key to Yesterday, by Charles Neville Buck
Title: The Key to Yesterday
Author: Charles Neville Buck
Release Date: September 19, 2010 [eBook #33759]
Language: English
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The Key to Yesterday
CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1910, by
W. J. WATT & COMPANY
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER I | 1 |
| CHAPTER II | 22 |
| CHAPTER III | 37 |
| CHAPTER IV | 55 |
| CHAPTER V | 70 |
| CHAPTER VI | 88 |
| CHAPTER VII | 102 |
| CHAPTER VIII | 119 |
| CHAPTER IX | 134 |
| CHAPTER X | 156 |
| CHAPTER XI | 172 |
| CHAPTER XII | 186 |
| CHAPTER XIII | 207 |
| CHAPTER XIV | 221 |
| CHAPTER XV | 238 |
| CHAPTER XVI | 255 |
| CHAPTER XVII | 270 |
| CHAPTER XVIII | 285 |
| CHAPTER XIX | 304 |
| CHAPTER XX | 315 |
| CHAPTER XXI | 333 |
The Key to Yesterday
CHAPTER I
The palings of the grandstand inclosure creaked in protest under the pressure. The shadows of forward-surging men wavered far out across the track. A smother of ondriving dust broke, hurricane-like, around the last turn, sweeping before it into the straightaway a struggling mass of horse-flesh and a confusion of stable-colors. Back to the right, the grandstand came to its feet, bellowing in a madman’s chorus.
Out of the forefront of the struggle strained a blood-bay colt. The boy, crouched over the shoulders, was riding with hand and heel to the last ounce of his strength and the last subtle feather-weight of his craft and skill. At his saddleskirts pressed a pair of distended nostrils and a black, foam-flecked muzzle. Behind, with a gap of track and daylight between, trailed the laboring “ruck.”
A tall stranger, who had lost his companion and host in the maelstrom of the betting shed, had taken his stand near the angle where the paddock grating meets the track fence. A Derby crowd at Churchill Downs is a congestion of humanity, and in the obvious impossibility of finding his friend he could here at least give his friend the opportunity of finding him, since at this point were a few panels of fence almost clear. As the two colts fought out the final decisive furlongs, the black nose stealing inch by inch along the bay neck, the stranger’s face wore an interest not altogether that of the casual