The animated group that had witnessed the bartering of Man O' War's parents and friends left the meadow at twilight and motored back to Louisville. The auctioneer, they agreed, had been lucky. He never would have got such prices for Belmont's nags if it had not been the afternoon before Derby Day when everyone was feverish and even the yellow dogs of Kentucky, feeling the spring of the year, carried their tails gay.
Many a supper table, that night, kept its candles wagging until the company came back to blow them out and sit down to Derby breakfast with day broad at...
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