“But you ain’t been racing till this time o’ night?” cried the girl, suspiciously.
“Well, not quite. Some on ’em—bookies and jocks—got up a bit o’ dinner.”
“I don’t believe it. What for?”
“All along o’ settling up, and that sort of thing.”
“Settling up? What’s that—paying up?”
“Yes, my gal.”
“I know what that means. Now then, out with it.”
“Wait till the morning,” said Mark, grinning.
“How much was it? No keeping it back. If you do, it’s all off, and I’ll never speak to you again. Now then, let this be a lesson to you. I will know. How much have you lost?”
“Guess.”