Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-08

the mob. which hammered the book
makers knees.
"Ten thousand on Silver Heels?" he
asked. Dick glanced at the plunger. who
nodded slightly.
"You're on" Dick shouted. Perspira
ton dripped from his face. his hands; he
paled and reeled on the stool, laughing
vacantly
ed a betting commissioner from down
the line.
you're on said Dick
"And ten for me-" shouted another.
you're on. and Dick plunged forward ..1
from the stool, laughing Historically Il
got enough he said. weakly Il cant
stand that pace"
"Enough?'' said the plunger- We
haven't started yet. How much is on?
NEARLY seventy thousand. and Dick
sank down on the ground muttering.
"'Batty.' take the STOOL the piunger
directed and that youth crawled up with
a wry face.
Here yer are; come on" he shouted.
"Were the suckers. All you've got to do
is to put up your coin an come back in
a few minutes for yer roll. Come on.
Don't be bashful. Yer can't scare me-!
1t came in a food. millionaire rae
ing man paused beside Silver Heels own
er on the edge of the mob
"Twenty thousand Silver Heels to
VIM" he shouted.
you're on-you piker" shouted Bat
ty." Come on an take some mora
little more-aw. do. Jus ittie more
We need the money.
The millionaire turned to the owner.
said something and turned PACK, :.
Come on" said 'Batty. Tell II 10
me- What is it?''
''Tll take forty thousand more OF that,
said the millionaire.
''Batty' simply wrinkled up. and nearly
fell off the stool.
you're on" shouted the plunger. He
showed 'Batty" to one side and leaped on
the stool ''I'l take all you bring Come
on, now"
The nervous eyes had become strangely
restful. the pallor of the face had given
away to a flush. there was smile ABOUT
the lips. red now. The long white fingers
took the smaller bets which Were thrust
into his face. but his eyes were on the
coterie of rich men who had gathered on
the edge of the crowd. big Bill Blake
How far is he good?" the millionaire
asked Blake.
Good as far as he'll take it." said
Blake; He's simply ID fooi-that S
all. Silver Heels Is a walkover .
''Ten thousand more on Silver Heels.
shouted another betting commissioner, as
he plunged through the crowd.
Right" said the plunger; .,, j., .ha
ring ceased. In the face of big money Inc
small bettor is awed.
"Any more?" asked the plunger. His
quick eyes darted hither and thither NO
more of these small bets: Nothing less
than five thousand. Come on. if you
want it,
The millionaire talked to the group for
a moment and the plunger sat on the
stool haunting. daring. smiling The
members of the party apparently were In
doubt. Two or three shook their heads
The plunger saw.
You won't, eh?' and a smile flickered
around his mouth 1.-The owner OF the
favorite has lost faith in him.
The owner, the millionaire and Blake
started away
''Silver Heels even money to win. ="
shouted the plunger suddenly.
Ten thousand at that" said the owner.
turning back quickly.
The plunger burst out laughing.
You're on" he said.
And fifty thousand more II you want
It," said the millionaire
Fifty thousand dollars even. Silver
Heels to win said the plunger. THE
books closed"
"Batty'' sat a nerveless wreck. buried
beneath a flood OF money. moaning. his
face in his hands. Tears rolled down his
sunburned nose-tears of nervousness.
1.-THE boss is dippy; that's all. he's
dippy," he repeated incoherently, time
after time. 1.-THE bughouse for him-him
to the wheel factory. He's dippy. That's
"How much Goes the book stand to lose