“I’ll risk it. We’ve defeated Bayport two years running, and we’re due for a third victory. As a matter of fact, I’m just forced to tie to this race, Phil, and win some necessary money. I owe about everybody in the town, and some of them are getting impatient to see the color of my money.”
Phil knew this was true, and did not care to reply. After working silently for a time he said:
“Eric, didn’t Samuel P. Martin deposit $380 yesterday?”
“No. It was $280.”
“Where’s the slip?”
“Put away, somewhere.”
“But, I’m sure it was three-eighty. I heard him say he wanted four hundred for his team, and threw off twenty dollars in order to make the deal.”
Eric looked a little annoyed.
“I entered two-eighty on the books, didn’t I?” he asked, scowling.
“Yes; that’s what surprised me.”