“If there is a window to that room, we must find it,” muttered Dick.
There was a window, and they found it. Further, there was a broken pane of glass in the window. Inside the window some shutters had been closed, but in one of the shutters was a broken strip, and through this crack Dick peered and saw Kennedy and Arlington seated with a table between them.
Buckhart stood on guard while Dick watched those within the little back room of the old saloon. The broken pane enabled Dick to hear the conversation of the fine pair inside.
“It was hard luck!” said Arlington.
“Hard luck?” exclaimed Kennedy. “Is that what you call it? Hang it! you told me it was certain Uniontown would win!”
“That’s right!”
“But Fardale pulled out and won the game. I dropped three hundred dollars.”
“And I dropped every blooming cent I have made playing cards in a week, besides what money my mother left me when she went away. I have been skinning a sucker, and all I have left to show for it is his I O U’s.”
“You said you had fixed it so it was a sure thing.”
“And so I did. Didn’t Uniontown have a walkover in the first half?”