"Thay, Red," said the tout's little man, "which one of 'em did you put thothe five"——
"Rolling Boer at the quarter by a head!" sang out the operator.
"On that one!" said the red-haired tout, giving his thigh a whack with his bundle of "dope" books. "It's a pleasant outing for that one! He'll"——
"Rolling Boer in the stretch by a nose!" called out the operator.
"Thay, he'll curl up, won't he, Red?" said the little man at the tout's side, nervously. "Did you play him straight or one, two, three"——
"Rolling Boer wins by a nose!" shouted the operator.
It was a bit too much for the red-haired tout. He didn't have any words handy. So he slammed his "dope" books down on a chair, pitched forward, turned a cart wheel, and then walked around the room on his hands with his coat hanging over his head, and a grin of indescribable happiness all over his freckled features. The little man with the straw-colored mustache who had believed in Red followed the tout about the room.
"Thay, what do we win, Red?" he asked. "What prithe wath that horth?"
"You yank out $240, an' mine's $160," said the red-haired tout, getting on his feet again.
"Thay, Red, you're all right," said the red-haired tout's benefactor, pumping him by both hands.