He hops bells at the Arlington summers and butchers peanuts at the track during the season--you know, hollers 'Here they come!' before they start, then when the women jump up he pinches the betting tickets out of their laps and cashes them with the bookies." "Could you get hold of this--this boy basso and bring him here without letting him or his mother know ?" "I can if he's still at Hot Springs, and I saw him there the last time I was up.

The little darling got me into a crap game and ran in some shaped dice.

Of course, it would cost something to get him." "How much ?" Mallow "shot" his cuff and upon it gravely figured up the probable expense.

"Well, there would be the fares and the eats and his bit--he wouldn't come for nothing.

He'd gyp me for ten dollars, but he'd probably come for five.