"Jack!" (the girl was trembling with excitement), "you told me on the way over that you had five hundred dollars with you. Let me have it, please. I'll give you my check when we get home."
"My dear girl, you aren't going to—bet it?"
"Yes, I am."
"Don't do that!"
For answer she snatched the pocket-book from his hand.
"Mr. Gallagher!" she called.
Skinner watched from afar. "Some class to that gal!" was what he said, which proved that he was a person not wholly without sentiment.
CHAPTER XVII
Speed leaped down from the buck-board in which Carara had driven him and Glass over to the Centipede corral.
"I told you to jump out when we crossed that bridge," was Larry's reproach to him. "You could have broke your arm. Now—it's too late."