“Aren’t you going to take ’em?” asked Jack, with a chuckle.
“What’ll I take ’em for? They don’t belong to me.”
“Of course they belong to you. Do you think I’m flinging one hundred dollars of my money at you?”
“I don’t see how they belong to me.”
“You want to get a new memory or you’ll land in the tureen first thing you know, Ed Potter. Some little time ago you told me that you had dropped fifteen dollars on a hundred-to-one shot that Denny McFadden induced you to go up against.”
“That’s right,” admitted Ed.
“Didn’t I promise you then that I would stake you twenty-five dollars’ worth in the next deal I went into on the market?”
“So you did,” Ed suddenly remembered. “And have you really made another play in stocks?”
“Yep; been working a deal these two weeks back.”
“Gee! And you never told me.”