The number of men who wanted to bet with him surprised him a little.

Also the fact that the Little Lost men were betting on Smoky.
Honey called him over to the bank and scolded him in tones much like her name, and finally gave him ten dollars which she wanted to wager on his winning.

As he whirled away, Marian beckoned impulsively and leaned forward, stretching out to him her closed hand.
"Here's ten," she smiled, "just to show that the Little Lost stands by its men--and horses.

Put it on Smoky, please." When Bud was almost out of easy hearing, she called to him.

"Oh--was that a five or a ten dollar bill I gave you ?" Bud turned back, unfolding the banknote.