"How much do you aim to risk, miss?"
"I don't know what the rules are, but I think our side ought to
bet as much as your side. That is the way it is done, isn't it?"
"You mean that you aim to cover what Mr. Speed don't?" The girl
nodded.
Gallagher spoke admiringly. "You're right game, miss, but I
reckon we don't want your money."
"Why not?"
"I suppose there ain't no partic'lar reason."
"If Mr. Speed can beat Mr. Covington, who is the best runner at
Yale, I'm sure he can defeat Mr. Skinner, who never went to
college at all. They have all turned against him, and he-he is so
brave!" Miss Blake's indignation was tearful, and Gallagher spoke
hurriedly:
"He may be brave all right, miss, but he can't win unless Skinner
dies. You save your money to buy chocolates an' bon-mots, miss.
Why, listen" (the stock man softened his voice in a fatherly
manner): "this Fresno party is wise; five hundred of this coin is
his."
Helen uttered a cry. "Do you mean he is betting _against_
Mr. Speed?"
"Nothin' else."
"Despicable!" breathed the girl.
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