“I’ve bet all my ready money on the game.”
“Tell it ter somebody else!”
“It’s straight.”
“How did you bet?”
“On the Outcasts.”
“Den yer will have money, fer dey’ll win in a walk. Yer won’t be able ter make no squeal arter der game.”
“No danger of that. I’ll pay you then.”
“All right; I’ll stay wid yer till I git me coin.”
That did not suit Manton, who had no liking for the company of Pink Cassidy.
“You move!” he exclaimed. “I’m taking no chances. Merriwell may spot you.”