Slim was trying to back away, protesting that he "couldn't run for a cent," when a familiar, smiling countenance intruded itself in the circle of good-natured faces with the suggestion: "Well, how about a plum pudding, then?"
Slim and Jerry at once recognized him as the youth who had similarly suggested a plum pudding, also sausage, at a most inopportune time.
"Have you got one?" Slim demanded, his spirit aroused.
"Sure have," announced the other, "and I'll make it the stake."
Another shout went up as a second group pushed before Slim another youth who, so far as size, shape and avoirdupois was concerned, might have been his twin brother. They looked at each other and both burst into a hearty laugh.
"Hello, Skinny," said the stranger.
"Howdy, Delicate?" Slim came back at him, quick as a flash. "Want to race?"
"Don't particularly want to race," responded the other lad, "but I'm awfully fond of plum pudding."
"And sausage?"
"Is there going to be a sausage in it, too?" asked the stranger, evidencing increasing interest.