“‘Hello!’
“Mike says ‘Hello!’ too. Then he went on;
“‘Doyle,’ he says, ‘I’ve got it. They’re goin’ to pull it in the fourth race to-morruh,’ he says.
“‘What is it?’ says Doyle.
“‘Whirlwind, Junior,’ says Mike, ‘and go to it, Doyle, like it was beefsteak and mushrooms,’ he says, ‘and you hadn’t et in a week. It’s the best thing that’s happened since Doc Cook discovered easy money,’ he says. ‘And don’t let this info get away. There’s twenty to one, if you get on early, and half that, anyway,’ he says.
“Mr. Doyle didn’t take a second to answer.
“‘You’re on,’ he says, ‘and I’ll carry fifty for you.’
“‘Fifty?’ says the Wop, in a voice that might mean anything.
“‘I mean a hundred,’ says Doyle. And then they babbled along for five minutes about the horse, and the best pool room to put up the money in, and such a line of stuff. Doyle never went to the track, b’cause if he did he couldn’t help bettin’ on every race, and that alwus busted him.”
Mrs. Sweeny paused a moment, a bit out of breath.