“I have,” said T. Jefferson Bender, willing to be impressive. “I have saved your life.”
“Doc,” said Paddy the Pig in a weak, fluttering voice, “I am only a horse rubber, but I will make you rich. Play Skylight to win, Doc; Skylight! It's a tip from the tomb!”
“It's a tip from the tomb!” said T. Jefferson Bender reverently, “what are the odds?”
“It's a 20-to-1 shot, Doc. Play it. You will thus be paid for what you've done for me.”
CHAPTER IV
That night T. Jefferson Bender stood in a pawnshop. The flickering gaslight shone on mandolins, pistols, watches, and clothing, which had suffered the ordeal of the spout. T. Jefferson Bender was dusty and footsore. He had walked from Morris Park, and was now about to pawn his watch for food.
