“Now bring on ze ten to one, py Gar!”
The cheers of the crowd nettled Billy and Jud.
“Jes' wait till we come back,” said Jud. “'He laughs bes' who laughs las'.'”
They retired for consultation.
Within the bar-room they wiped the cold perspiration from their faces and looked speechlessly into each other's eyes. Billy spoke first.
“Mine Gott, but we peek it oop in de road, Jud?”
“It seems that way to me—a dead cinch.”
Bonaparte was positive—only let him get to the monkey, he said with his wicked eyes.
Billy looked at Bonaparte, big, swarthy, sinewy and savage. He thought of the little monkey.