"Two to one you don't--not in seventy-five days." "No charity, Jack," was the reply.

"The bettin's even, and the time is sixty days." "Seventy-five days, and two to one you don't," Kearns insisted.

"Fifty Mile'll be wide open and the rim-ice rotten." "What you win from me is yours," Daylight went on.

"And, by thunder, Jack, you can't give it back that way.

I won't bet with you.