Besides, you owe me something for the way you trimmed me last Sunday.

I'll just give you fifteen to one, and you put up Skeeter at seventy-five, and as much money as yo're a mind to.

A pile of it come out of my pocket, so-" "Well, don't holler your head off, Jeff.

How's two hundred ?" "Suits me, kid." He winked at the others, who knew how sure a thing he had to back his wager.

"It 'll be a lot of money if I should lose--" He turned suddenly to Dave.