"No," replied Cantel, "but Levison has. He bet ten dollars and cleaned up a hundred. The rest of us made from ten to thirty. Here, Nelsy, here's your ten bucks."
The cash-book man laughed ironically.
"You certainly have gone nutty," he said, wiping his hands on the towel. "I didn't bet anything."
"Listen here," said Cantel, "this is the dollar I owed you. Brower told me you wouldn't bet, and we were so danged sure of cleaning up that I decided to place your bet myself. I made twenty on my own account."
Evan was struck with the sporting generosity of his fellow clerk, but could only decline the money.
"That's going too far, Cant," he said.
Cantel began to swear and continued swearing until several other clerks had clattered down through the office, whooping and laughing. Watson was almost fizzing with gin and lemon. Levison, too, walked with a slant. They gathered around Nelson, telling him what a good cash-book man he was and what a fool for not getting in on some of their "outside money."
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Evan at last, "I'll take the dollar out that Cantel owes me and stake you the other nine on a poker game, providing you do not ask me to play."
"You f-foolish f-fellow," stammered Watson.
"Wh-what's s'matter?" asked Sid, thickly, "weren't you asking s'morning about a game?"