"I'll bet you," said Captain Blower, a third time.
Harkaway grew irritated at his persistence.
"What will you bet?" he asked.
"Five hundred dollars."
"I don't like to take your money."
"There is more where that came from. You dursn't do it."
"Put it up," said Jack, promptly.
The captain walked over to a military-looking gentleman, and producing a roll of bills, counted out five hundred dollars.
"Foster!" he exclaimed to the proprietor of the Cliff House, "you know me?"
"Well, I should hope so," was the reply.