"A small steak from Pretty Boy," I said to Wise Samuel, the Bookmaker; "what's doing?"
Wise Samuel gave me the gay look-over.
"Take the ferry for Sioux Falls!" he said.
"Nix on the smart talk, Sammy!" I said; "Me for the Pretty Boy! How much?"
"A bundle for a bite—you're on a cold plate!" whispered Wise Samuel, but he couldn't throw me.
"I don't see any derricks to hoist the price with," I tapped him.
"Write your own ticket, then you to the woods!" said Sammy.
In a minute my fiver was up and I was on the card to win $500 when my cute one came romping home.
I went back to Clara Jane satisfied that in a few minutes I'd have a roll big enough to choke the tunnel.
"Not having any money on this race you can watch it without the least excitement, can't you?" she said.