"He has money to burn. Get him to back Nemo for large sums for any of the first three positions. Give him all sorts of odds, if necessary; but get him to chuck up the dough, and then beat him out."
"That's all right," growled Hogan; "but where's the dough comin' from what is shoved up against his good stuff?"
"Let me alone for that," said Hartwick, significantly. "I know a way to get it, and we'll have it. I wish we
might get Merriwell to stake his entire fortune on that horse. We'd end his career at Yale."
Harris laughed.
"I'd like to know how you are going to get so much money, Hart?" he cried. "Why, I had to lend you twenty as capital the last game of poker you entered."
"Don't let anything worry you if you don't know all about it, Sport," advised Hartwick. "You've got your twenty back, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, you can't kick."
"All right; but I'm afraid your scheme won't work out very well."