“In Wisconsin, undoubtedly: I can’t speak for Westbury. By the way, can you ride?”
“I could ride your head off,” Lindholm bragged.
“Yes?” said Monmouth softly. “Now that’s very interesting. Perhaps we could arrange a little match somewhere?”
“Any time at all,” Trent returned. He did not for a moment believe he had a chance against Monmouth but he could afford to lose a little money to him. In fact he was anxious for the opportunity.
“You are staying here?” Monmouth demanded.
Trent pushed a visiting card toward him. It was newly done. “Oscar Lindholm, Spartan Athletic Club, Madison, Wisconsin.”
“Yes, I’m staying here,” he admitted. “Are you?”
“My home is in Westbury,” Captain Monmouth replied.
“Then you could get me right in to the set I want?”
“Impossible,” cried the other, rising stiffly to his feet. “One owes too much to one’s friends.”