"Hush! Not so loud," cautioned Dick. "You'll wake, Paul."
"Aw, what's the odds. He'll go to sleep again. It's early yet. Be a sport!"
Glen was noisy from the beer which he had taken.
"Here is the money," said Dick, handing over some bills.
"Thanks, old chap. I'll see that you get it back all right."
"There's no hurry."
"All right; if I win, though, I'll pay you to-morrow. Do you think we'll lick Mooretown?"
"I hope so. But you'd better go to bed now."
"Me? Go to bed? Wha' for?"
"Well, it's getting late, and some one might come along. You'd better go."