"Give me," said Captain Ablewhite, "your I O U for a thou."
What with his despair, and the mixed liquors he had imbibed, Jeremiah scarcely knew what he was doing; and under Captain Ablewhite's directions he wrote and signed an I O U for £1,000, which the gallant Captain comfortably deposited in his pocket-book.
"Come with me," said Captain Ablewhite. "By Jove! the numbers are going up."
Jeremiah went with him, and was introduced to a book-maker, to whom Captain Ablewhite whispered a few words.
"All right, Captain," said the book-maker. "The gentleman's name is good enough; but I thought he was quite a different sort of man."
Captain Ablewhite nodded, and took Jeremiah aside.
"Make your bets with him," said the Captain, in a low tone, "in the name of Farebrother. You've got Farebrother's cards about you; give him one. Before the meeting is over you will be in clover. You can bet with him without staking a shilling."
But on the Friday morning of the Doncaster Meeting Jeremiah was in anything but clover. He was tossing about on a bed of nettles.