The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1911-10-14

In this mood "Batty" notely only
vaguely that the Exeter club book,
whose money he was holding, had
won about $4,000 in the first three
races. Ae he was clearing up the
sheet on the third a c the plunger
appeared.
How much money have you?" he
asked. He spoke sharply, incisively,
%snappishly even.
twenty-five thousand. some odd"
said ATTY. besides what's in the en-
velope."
what are the odds on Silver Heels
down the line?" asked the plunger
sharply Of the runner.
In a moment the runner reappear-
"one to fve.' said.
Three to five there. Dick said
the plunger to the man on the stool.
"W-h-a-t?" exclaimed Dick; ION
Silver Heels?"
Three to ggi(
Three to V and don't talk?"
With a weary sigh Of serignation to
the inevitable. Dick posted the figure.
and a moment later the Exeter club
book was the center Of a seethtng.
fighting. scrambling mass of race
mad men. trampling one another to
get bets down at odds vastly greater
than were offered elsewhere on a ia
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possible chance to lose. Dick swore.
Batty swore. the sheet writer worked
like lightning to catch the bets. And
still they came.
Silver Heels three to ten," shout
ed the ring announcer.
-Four to five, Dick" said the
p'" "Four to five now" shouted Dick.
Come on and take it. It's a cinch."
And fhov C2J1o on fn take II Five
! minutes ore of the betting and. the
Exeter club book has become the
storm center of the ring. At the SUI
lperior odds it drew thousands Of dol
lars away from other boks. Fistfuls
of bills. fives, tens. twenties. hundreds
l-fluttered in the air. offered at arms
length. Dick. on the stool. looked
down on a tossing sea of money, TAX
ing inpartially what came as he
could get to 1t.
will you take five thousand on
Silver Heels at four to FIVE" big
Bill Blake shouted from down the
line. Dick looked at the plunger.
leaning on the stool at his side. The
plunger nodded.
And still the money came. 1t
would have taken a half dozen men
to receive all that was offered. Their
bets once down. the betting-crazed
players walked away. hysterical al
most in the excitement. paused on the
edge Of the crowd. and plunged back
to bet once more.
II can't handle it," said Dick to
Garter.
Take nothing less than five hun
dred," said the plunger.
Nothing less than five hundred"
shouted Dick. Take it away-all
this chicken feed don't want it,"
For a moment this checked the
number of bets. as the small play
ers were crowded out. and then the
rush came on again. This time all
bets were big bets. Finally Dick,
Iphlegmatic as he was. began to
break under the strain. Betting an
others mans o doesn't seem
like a difficult proposition. but it Is.
edge Of the mob. which hammeder
the book-makers' knees.
"Ten thousand on Silver Heels" he
asked. Dick glanced AZ the plunger.
who nodded slightly.
You're on" Dick shouted. Perspi-
ration dripped from his face. his
hands: he paled and reeled on the
Ten thousand O. that for me-"
screamed a betting commissioner
from down the line.
You're on said Dick.
"And ten for mel" shouted anoth-
er.
You're on" and Dick plunged
forward from the stool laughing hys-
%terically. Il got enough" he said,
weakly. II can't stand the pace"
Enough" said the plunger. I'VE
haven't started yet. How much is
on?"
Nearly seventy thousand" and
Dick sank down on the ground, NUT
tering.
"Batty. take the STOOL the plung-
er directed. and that youth crawled
up with a wry face.