At the beginning he had an idea that he might some day be a
jockey and wear a gayly colored silk blouse. But he never imagined race
horses went so fast.
"Whoa! Whoa!" cried Freddie again. But his horse did not stop. Indeed,
it only went faster.
"Somebody get after that boy!" yelled the starter, leaning from the
judges' stand. "He'll be hurt if you don't get him!"
"I'll get him!" offered one of the jockeys. He called to his horse and
was soon speeding around the track after Freddie. And now the horse on
whose back the little Bobbsey boy was seated, hearing another steed
coming after him, began to think it was a race in real earnest, and he
commenced to go faster. All the "whoa" shouts Freddie uttered were of
no use.
"Go on, Tomato! Go on!" cried the jockey to his horse. "Go on, Tomato!"
Tomato was the name of his animal.
The shouts and the screams of the crowd attracted the attention of Mr.
Bobbsey and the other children as they came from the animal tent. And as
Mr. Bobbsey neared the race track he had a glimpse of his little son
clinging to a horse and riding very fast, while a jockey on another
horse chased him.
"Oh, look! Freddie's in a race!" cried Flossie! "Oh, maybe Freddie will
win!"
"My goodness! how did this happen?" cried Mr. Bobbsey.
"Will he be hurt?" gasped Nan.
But just then, to the great relief of the Bobbsey family, the jockey
managed to come up alongside of Freddie's galloping horse.
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