“But, my deah sir, I don’t see any steah. How can I follah a steah if there is no steah?”
“You’re a good un; you come wid me an’ I’ll show you de steer.”
“Is it fah? I cawn’t walk in these gaiters, doncher know.”
“Just a little ways, pard.”
“Then we must have a cawwiage. Waitah, will you call a cawwiage?”
Steve almost choked over the glass of whisky he was drinking as the carriage drove up and the dude started for the door.
Before entering the carriage he gave his instructions to the driver in a low tone of voice.
The carriage was driven around several blocks, and finally drew up at a low pool-room which was only a short distance from the starting place.
“Take a chair, Charlie,” said Steve, as they entered, “and I’ll find out what de boss has got ter say ’bout de races.”
“I’ve got a sucker,” he said to the clerk in a low tone. “W’at do I get if he bets a couple o’ hundred?”