Gurney nodded. “I guess that’s about it.”
“Any of you guys got any dough?”
They looked at Morgan, a thin, cruel-faced little man who looked like a jock. He said, “Maybe I could find some.”
“I’ll fix this fight for five hundred bucks,” Dillon said. A little sigh went round the room. Gurney shook his head. “That’s too much,” he said.
Dillon rubbed the back of his neck. “You mugs dumb?” he said. “I said I’d fix this fight, and I mean fix it. Your man’ll win You can back him for any money You can’t lose.”
Morgan leant forward. “I guess I’d like to know just who you are, mister,” he said.
Dillon looked at him under his eyelids. “Maybe you’d like to know a lot of things… you ain’t got to worry about me. I’ve done this sorta thing before What’s it to be?”
Morgan looked at the other three. Butch nodded. “We’ll come on in with you,” he said.
Morgan shrugged. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll pay the money when Sankey’s won.”
Dillon showed his teeth. “You’ll bet that five hundred bucks on Sankey for me. An’ you’ll lay the dough when I tell you.”