“What they aimed at in their dealings with Wheeler,” he mused, “was robbery, pure and simple. They thought to take his twenty thousand dollars without even as much as giving him a show for it.”
“Well,” said Morris, at length, “how much are you going to put up on Daisy?”
“Weally, now, I’d be betting against myself, doncher see?”
“Didn’t I tell you you’d get the money staked on Denver Bay back again?”
“Why don’t Denver Bay run?”
“Now, look here, if you’re goin’ ’round tellin’ that Denver Bay isn’t goin’ ter start you won’t be doin’ yerself enny good, and will get me into trouble. You don’t want to do that, I suppose?”
“My deah boy, of course I wouldn’t cause you any trouble.”
“If you do,” began Morris, pounding his fist upon the table, “I’ll[{41}]——”
Just then the scene in the pool-room came to his mind, and glancing at the muscular form of the pretended dude he finished the sentence in a different way from that at first intended.
“I’ll lose my place.”