"He had plenty of money then, I suppose?"
"Yes; he had a big roll of bills in his pocket."
"No doubt he made you a handsome present?"
"There you're off, mister. Now, what do you really think he gave me?"
"At least one hundred dollars—perhaps two hundred."
"The mean wretch only gave me a paltry five dollar bill! What do you think of that?"
"If he got the big stake he is credited with having carried off, you have fixed the right name on him—he's a mean wretch."
"Big stake! my word for it, it was a big stake. He got all he went for, you can bet high on that."
"No idea what he has done with it, I suppose?" This was said carelessly.
"I have something of an idea," was the reply; "but I don't know for a dead certainty."