“I know pool-rooms are maintained in defiance of the law, but at the tracks you can bet all you want. I don’t see why——”
“I’m not going to argue the matter, Ed. I’m interested in the stock market, not in the race-track. Now, I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you the next time I catch on to a good thing: I’ll put up twenty-five dollars for you in connection with my own venture. That’ll give you a small stake if I win.”
“If you do that, Jack, you’re a brick,” said Ed, brightening up.
“I’ll do it, all right.” And there the matter dropped for the time being.
In spite of the well-meant advice of Oliver Bird and Mr. Bishop, Jack was itching another crack at the market.
All the same, it wasn’t his idea to go at the thing blindfolded.
He hardly expected to pick up another tip like the last.
Still, he kept his eyes and ears wide open, so that in case anything worth while drifted his way it wouldn’t get by him.
Any small favor would be thankfully received.
He was on speaking terms with a good many brokers, and he knew every prominent one by sight.