I was ahead on this race about seven hundred dollars, and the horse was fast getting a reputation.

Heretofore nobody would bet on him, but now he had plenty of backers.
I also made a race for my pony Powder Face, against a fast pony belonging to Captain Lute North.

I selected a small boy, living at the post to ride Powder Face, while an Indian boy was to ride the other pony.
The Pawnees as usual wanted to bet on their pony, but as I had not yet fully ascertained the running qualities of Powder Face, I did not care about risking very much money on him.

Had I known him as well then as I did afterwards I would have backed him for every dollar I had, for he proved to be one of the swiftest ponies I ever saw, and had evidently been kept as a racer.
The race was to be four hundred yards, and when I led the pony over the track he seemed to understand what he was there for.

North and I finally put the riders on, and it was all I could do to hold the fiery little animal after the boy became seated on his back.