most."

Jack Diamond smiled.

"It pleases me to say that I pulled a sawbuck out of Emery," he said.
"He squirmed a little, but it was too late to squeal."

"We'll all come back with our clothes stuffed with money," declared
Browning. "Yale is sure to win to-day, and that will put lots of fellows
on their feet. Some of the boys have soaked everything they could rake
together to get money to put on the game, for Heffiner's arm is in great
form, and he says he will make monkeys of the Harvard Willies."

"Speaking about hocking things," said Bandy Robinson, "I let my unc.
have a dozen white shirts, among other things. If Yale doesn't win, I
won't have a shirt to my name."

"That's nothing," declared Ben Halliday, nonchalantly, as he blew out a
big whiff of smoke. "I've soaked my entire wardrobe, save what I have on
my back. But Willis Paulding did the slickest trick to raise the wind."

"Paulding?" cried Diamond. "I'd never dreamed he could do anything very
smooth."

"He did, just the same. Last year, when Merry pitched the deciding game
of the series, Paulding felt sure Harvard would win, and he stuck on 'em
every last rag of money he could rake and scrape. Well, Yale won, and
Willis was busted. He was forced to tell his old man the whole truth
before he could get money enough to let him out of New Haven for the
summer. More than that, the old man has taken precautions to prevent
Willis from having any money to waste in betting this year. He has all
of Willis' bills sent to him to settle, and keeps his son horribly short
of filthy. Just as hard, Willis found out that the governor had told his
tailor to make the boy all the clothes he wanted. That was enough.
Willis ordered six suits at fifty dollars each, and he soaked every one
of them at ten each as soon as he got them. So you see Paulding is
provided with plenty of coin for this little racket, and he says he is
going to put every red he has on Old Yale. Last year cured him of
betting against his own colors."

"If Willis thought of that scheme himself, he has more brains in his
head than I fancied," smiled Diamond.

"Tell you how I made a strike," chirped Danny Griswold. "You know I've
been writing a few things and giving them away to the papers. Well, the
governor heard of it, and he decided I was making a fool of myself, so
he sat down and fired a shot at me. He called my attention to the fact
that Johnson said the man who writes for anything but money is a