“Well, if you can get two-thirds in the next game, even if you have to wait several days before you play, you may not lose anything.”
“I’m willing to wait and lose money if I can get the game.”
Raybold found another opportunity that evening to make some betting talk to Seymour Whittaker.
Whittaker professed a strong desire to wager money on the Elks, but said he could not, as Lawrence would not consider making another game with the Merries.
“Are you one of the directors of the team?” asked Raybold.
“Yes, sir.”
“It seems that you might have some influence with him.”
“Not enough to cause him to change his mind. He’s very set. It’s a good thing for you. I’d feel like a robber after taking your money.”
“Would you, indeed?” laughed Raybold. “Well, see here, my dear man, I’ll give you a perfect snap. I’ll wager two hundred to one hundred that you cannot defeat the Merries again, the game to be played here any time next week, with a fair and impartial umpire.”
“Why don’t you give me your money!” cried Whittaker. “You might as well.”