Nick Carter at the Track;
OR,
HOW HE BECAME A DEAD GAME SPORT.
By the Author of “NICK CARTER.” [{2}]
CHAPTER I.
DENVER BAY.
“And so, you see, I stand to lose twenty thousand dollars.”
“That’s a large sum.”
“Yes, Mr. Carter, it’s a large sum; but a middle-aged gentleman like yourself ought to be aware that risks are sometimes forced upon people who handle money in large sums.”
The celebrated detective smiled as he looked into the excited countenance of the Wall Street man before him.
Half an hour before, if the broker had seen him at all, he would hardly have referred to him as “a middle-aged business man.”
The detective had just returned from an expedition to the upper part of the city, during which he had appeared as a[{3}] verdant country boy of an inquiring turn of mind.