“Oh, it’s you, is it, Pooler. Well, you are the one I’d expect would make such a remark.”
Pooler strode forward, scowling blackly.
“Why, you miserable fool!” he snarled; “do you dare talk to me like that? I’ll—I’ll——”
Hodge looked Pink straight in the eyes.
“I am going to tell you now that I do not think but little of you, Mr. Pooler,” he said. “You are always croaking. Now you are howling about Yale’s ball team. I’m willing to bet fifty dollars that Yale beats Princeton next Saturday, and I’ll bet fifty more she wins the college championship.”
Pooler was digging down into his pockets.
“Money talks!” he cried. “It’s a shame to rob a fool, but I can’t stand everything. Here is my money. I’ll put it in the hands of Gooch.”
“Put it in Halliday’s hands and I will cover it,” said Hodge, hotly.
“All right. I’m not fussy. Halliday suits me.”
The money was staked and covered.