“In a minute,” the other answered; and turning to Alan Porter, took him by the arm and led him to one side. “I suppose you lost over The Dutchman,” he said.
“Yes, I'm broke,” answered the boy, with a plaintive smile.
“Well, I've won.”
“You betting!” exclaimed Alan, in astonishment.
“Yes—strange, isn't it? But I'm going to put that money of your father's back.”
The boy said nothing, and Mortimer fancied that his face flushed guiltily.
“Yes, I can put it back now that Lauzanne's won,” continued Mortimer; “but don't say a word to a soul about it, I don't want anybody to know I was betting.”
“But what money?” began Alan.
“I've won a thousand dollars on Lauzanne—”
“Come on, pard,” said Old Bill, impatiently interrupting them, “let's get our rake off, an' den you kin buck to yer chum after.”