Bart actually laughed.
“Whoever he is, that man knows you, Merry.”
“Then,” said Mr. Carson, “he offered a bet of two thousand to one that the Reds would be beaten, and that wager was taken.”
“Five thousand dollars each!” exclaimed Frank. “That is big money on a ball-game.”
“Who was the man?” asked Hodge. “Didn’t you find out, Mr. Carson?”
“Of course, I was curious to know, and it seemed that he was no stranger to Elrich. They had met before, and Elrich called him Lake.”
“Lake?” said Frank. “I do not think I have a friend by that name.”
“I asked Charley Gans, the stakeholder, about him,” said the cattleman, “and he said the man was a race-track gambler, and that his full name was Justin Lake.”
“Justin Lake?” cried both Frank and Bart.
“That was his name,” nodded Mr. Carson.