"You do," she answered mercilessly. "You said you did."
"If I ever did I was only chaffing."
"I know why you don't want me to ride," she laughed hardly.
"Why?"
"Because then you'll be free to win your hundred thousand. That's all you care about. But you won't. If I don't ride him, he won't win. If I do, you can't bet."
The young man was miserable.
"Hang my hundred thousand!" he cried. "As if I care a rap for that." He made a final appeal. "If I've done wrong, I can only say I'm most awfully sorry, Boy."
"You've done very wrong," replied the girl ruthlessly. "And when we've done wrong we've got to pay for it," added Preacher Joe.
"Damn him!" muttered the other.
"What!" flashed the girl.