“Alf Loring’s good, too,” said Gerald jealously.
“You bet he is! He and Colton are both dandies! Oh, it’s going to be a ripping game, all right. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. But, just the same, I look to see Broadwood win, say about five to four, or something like that.”
“I don’t believe she will,” answered Gerald.
“Want to bet?” asked Harry eagerly.
“I don’t bet, but—say, I’ll tell you what I will do, Harry. I’ve got a dandy stamp collection; three big books; some of them cost a lot of money. I’ve got almost all the real rare ones, too. Do you collect?”
“Yes, I used to. But I haven’t had any new ones lately. Why?”
“Well, if Broadwood wins I’ll give you my collection.”
“The—the whole thing?” asked Harry incredulously. Gerald nodded. Harry thought a moment, and then asked suspiciously;
“And if we win, what do I give you?”
“Nothing. If you did it would be just the same as betting, and father won’t let me bet. Is it a go?”