"His name is Jarette—a stranger here; comes from my town in New York. I have no money to back him, but he will back himself with loads of it."
"How do you know that?"
"He would rather bet than eat. As for fear—I dare say he thinks it some cutaneous disorder, or possibly a particular kind of religious heresy."
"What does he look like?" Helberson was evidently becoming interested.
"Like Mancher, here—might be his twin brother."
"I accept the challenge," said Helberson, promptly.
"Awfully obliged to you for the compliment, I'm sure," drawled Mancher, who was growing sleepy. "Can't I get into this?"
"Not against me," Helberson said. "I don't want your money."
"All right," said Mancher; "I'll be the corpse."
The others laughed.