When the pair arrived at the spot where the contest was to take place they found a goodly crowd assembled. The other contestants had just come in, and each was surrounded by a little band of admirers. Not a few bets were made on the result.
“Do you think you have got any show against Jack Ferris?” demanded one of the crowd of Harry.
“I’m going to try my luck, Luke Stout.”
“You’ll get left.”
“Perhaps.”
“Want to bet against Ferris?” went on Luke Stout loudly.
“I don’t bet, Luke.”
“Afraid?”
“No, but I don’t bet.”
“Humph! That shows you are afraid,” sneered the big youth, and shuffled off.