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the hook, the pair stumped out to the shed and looked 

 at the goods. The blood offered two hundred and 

 his nag. Gamey wanted four, but after a haggle and 

 a hitch, took three and a check for the dinner. 



How much was it? Oh, go away. How do I 

 know, I did not see it. In the middle of the night 

 Gamey and the maiden lady rode home over the snow 

 by moonlight. They had a new horse, but she did 

 not notice it, and Gamey was so busy with other 

 matters that he did not peep. Gamey did not go in 

 when they stopped at the home plate. Like a good 

 boy he jogged the horse around to the shed, tied him 

 under it, put all the blankets on to keep him warm, 

 and left Harlem forever. 



Hold up your palm to him. He is the pick of the 

 basket. And now make it a hundred; three figures 

 always make a good play. There, I knew you would. 

 So long. Will see you to-night if the good thing con- 

 nects. What is it, did you say? Waiting. As the 

 embryo plunger looked at his score card, the tout 

 disappeared in the crowd- Waiting was drawn. 



