“I'll help, Bill,” said Gwen.
Bill nodded his head slowly and said: “Proud to have you,” trying hard to look enthusiastic.
“You don't think I can,” said Gwen. Bill protested against such an imputation. “But I can. I'll get daddy and The Duke, too.”
“Good line!” said Bill, slapping his knee.
“And I'll give all my money, too, but it isn't very much,” she added, sadly.
“Much!” said Bill, “if the rest of the fellows play up to that lead there won't be any trouble about that five hundred.”
Gwen was silent for some time, then said with an air of resolve:
“I'll give my pinto!”
“Nonsense!” I exclaimed, while Bill declared “there warn't no call.”
“Yes. I'll give the Pinto!” said Gwen, decidedly. “I'll not need him any more,” her lips quivered, and Bill coughed and spat into the next room, “and besides, I want to give something I like. And Bill will sell him for me!”