The man subsided, and Nick shoved a fifty-dollar bill toward the speaker.
“I’ll take that bet,” he said, coolly.
“All right,” said the player, taking out a roll of bills. “Here’s the money. Who’ll hold the stakes?”
Nick called up one of the proprietors, stated the bet, and put the money into his hand.
“Now, then,” said the other, with a sneer, “I’m not used to betting against such odds, but I’ll put up ten thousand against a thousand that Denver Bay don’t win.”
“I’m your huckleberry,” said Nick, producing the money.
“Of course I haven’t the money with me, but I’ll put up a forfeit of a thousand against a hundred of yours, and we’ll make the bet at ten o’clock in the morning.”
“That’s satisfactory,” said Nick, handing the money to the stake-holder.
With this the two men parted, and Nick sat down in a corner, and was soon apparently deeply interested in a newspaper.
The man with whom he had made the bets returned to the faro table, and in a few moments cashed in his chips.