"Sure! I've got a sister in Spokane Falls. But I don't like it back there."
"You will have a good time in Chicago." Boyd smiled.
"Fingerless" Fraser came to them from the lighted regions amidship, greeting them cheerfully.
"Well, we're pretty near there, ain't we? I'm glad of it; I've about cleaned up this ship."
The adventurer had left his companions alone much of the time during the trip—greatly to Boyd's relief, for the fellow was an unconscionable bore—and had thus allowed them time to perfect their plans and thresh out numberless details.
"I grabbed another farmer's son at supper—just got through with him.
He was good for three-fifty."
"Three hundred and fifty dollars?" questioned Balt.
"Yep! I opened a little stud game for him. Beats all how these suckers fall for the old stuff."
"Where did you get money to gamble with?" inquired Boyd.
"Oh! I won a pinch of change last night in a bridge game with that
Dawson Bunch."