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beckoned him aside and asked: "Say, boy, got a bet 

 on your horse?" 



"Do I look Hke I had?" answered Harry. 'I'll be 

 mighty lucky if I can stay inside the flag. Say, 

 stranger, I haven't money enough to buy a sand- 

 wich, but if we win there won't be anything too 

 good for this bunch," and Harry turned to Dunbar 

 for a reply. 



That worthy looked up with a woebegone expres- 

 sion, and meekly replied: ''Well, some of us may be 

 boxed up before the good things come our way. 

 Honest, Harry, we've had such rotten luck I think 

 we'll be lucky to get home alive." 



The short, red-faced man, smiled and remarked, 

 "Brace up boys, we'll all have a bite and a place to 

 rest after this race, and it won't matter whether 

 the flag beats us or not. 



''Who be you, anyway?" asked Harry. "I hope 

 you ain't stringing us, 'cause we're bad enough off 

 as it is." 



"Don't worry, young man," and the short, red- 

 faced man drew from his pocket a roll, pealed two 

 tens from it and handed them to Harry, remarking, 

 "There you are, son; now how good do you think 

 your horse is?" 



For a moment Harry was silent. Then without a 

 word of reply he shpped over to the pool box. They 

 were selling his race, the tickets being worth $55 

 with John Mitchell selling in the field for $5. 



He had no diflSiculty in securing pool's. Those who 

 knew him to be driving John Mitchell, smiled. 



