“You can make enny amount you like, pard.”
“I might lose, you know.[{39}]”
“Will you give me fifty if yer win?”
“Why, yes.”
“Well, den, you bet on Daisy for de handicap to-morrow.”
“But, my deah sir, what’s the mattah with Denver Bay?”
“De hoss ain’t in it.”
“But his name is on the cah’d, deah boy.”
“I tell you,” said the other, pounding his fist on the table in drunken impatience, “de hoss ain’t in it!”
“But, my deah boy, I’ve got money bet on Denver Bay now.”