“‘Danny,’ I says, ‘we been bunked,’ I says.
“‘Give it a name, Belle,’ he says.
“‘The Wop,’ I says, ‘has handed us somethin’.’
“‘Whirlwind, Junior?’ says he.
“‘Yep,’ says I. ‘It’s bad. He ain’t goin’ to win.’ Then I told him the story as fast as I could patter it out. When I was through, he only kinda laughed.
“‘Well, Belle,’ he says, ‘I’m sorry you and Mrs. Gold Dollar took the trouble to come way out here and tell me,’ he says, ‘for I didn’t get on Whirlwind. They was a big tip out that he was to make a killin’, and it didn’t look good to me. I don’t never fall for them hot ones, Belle, for I never seen many of ’em get across,’ he says, ‘but thanks, just the same, for the bother you and Mrs. Gold Dollar has went to on my account,’ he says. ‘It makes a man think he’s got fr’en’s.’
“I was so surprised, mister, that I couldn’t do nothin’ but stare.
“‘You didn’t get on?’ I managed to say, after a while.
“‘Nope, I didn’t,’ he says.
“‘Well,’ says I, comin’ to my senses, ‘it looks to me as if the only man that gets stung is Mr. Doyle,’ I says, ‘and I guess somebody ought to call him up.’