“Well, he’s betting all kinds of money on Minneapolis.”
“How do you know?”
“Belmont, the freshman I saved from getting a thrashing last year, took me down to one of the sporting clubs last night, and that fellow was there. His name is Dowling, and he’s a gambler. He was looking for bets, and he found lots of them. I should imagine he shoved up a thousand on the game right there.”
Frank smiled.
“If we win,” he said, “Mr. Dowling will be the sorest sport in this town.”
“We’ll win,” nodded Hodge grimly. “I wouldn’t lose the game for a thousand dollars!”
“But we’ll have to play ball if they have another pitcher like Webber.”
“I hear they are going to put their crack pitcher against us.”
“Who is it?”
“Pink Potter.”