“You can find all the even money you want offered on Rockford,” he said. “I’d like to bet ten dollars myself. Where are the sports that back your team? You’re captain of it, and I suppose you’ll bet something yourself, eh?”
“I don’t make a practice of betting,” said Dick.
The man laughed in an annoying manner.
“That’s a good excuse for a weak heart,” he said. “Here’s your manager. I understand he made a heavy bet early in the season—something like five hundred dollars. He won, too. Perhaps he wants to peddle a little of that coin.”
Garrett shook his head.
“There are reasons why I can’t bet,” he said, thinking of his promise to his mother.
Again the Rockford man laughed.
“Your judgment is better than your nerve,” he declared. “Evidently you’re going to hang onto that five hundred.”
Ray flushed.
“I think you’ll find plenty of men ready to accommodate you to-morrow,” he said. “There will be an excursion from Fairhaven, and we expect a crowd.”