“I hope he’ll show us more than you did,” and Frank settled himself among the pillows in the window seat. “We’re always willing to be shown, Bully.”
Bully grunted.
“You get yours to-day, all right.”
“Who’s Green?” asked Chip curiously. “Is he an amateur?”
“Sure!”
“And I suppose your father is going to bet on him, as usual?”
Bully grinned, and patted his pocket knowingly.
“Pop’s goin’ to do a little betting, I reckon. So’m I.”
“Why don’t you bet on Fardale, for a change?” Merry queried pleasantly. “It might get you something, old man!”
“I suppose you think I’m a piker, hey?” scowled Bully. “I suppose you think I ain’t got money myself?”