around me and says, "Come on, Joe, old boy. Get up and we'll go out and wait for the ambulance."
George and I went out to the gate and I was trying to stop bawling and George wiped off my face with his handkerchief and we were standing back a little ways while the crowd was going out of the gate and a couple of guys stopped near us while we were waiting for the crowd to get through the gate and one of them was counting a bunch of mutuel tickets and he said, "Well, Butler got his, all right."
The other guy said, "I don't give a good goddam if he did, the crook. He had it coming to him on the stuff he's pulled."
"I'll say he had," said the other guy, and tore the bunch of tickets in two.
And George Gardner looked at me to see if I'd heard and I had all right and he said, "Don't you listen to what those bums said, Joe. Your old man was one swell guy."
But I don't know. Seems like when they get started they don't leave a guy nothing.
