“And you got five dollars left, too?”
“Yes, jest the same as what you have, Tom.”
“What you goin’ to do with it, Bob?”
“I hain’t thought about that yet. What you goin’ to do with yourn?”
“I guess I’ll keep it, Bob, till next summer, and put it up on the races.”
“What do you want to do that for, Tom Flannery?” returned Bob, with disgust.
“Why, to make some money, of course.”
“Are you sure you will make it?”
“Of course I am, Bob. Nobody what knows anything at all can’t lose when he has so much as five dollars to back him. It’s them that don’t have nothin’ what gets broke on racin’.”
“You know all about it, I suppose?”