till."

Herbert rose and walked to the door. "You poor, fawning dub!" he said.
"You'll be blacking Eliot's boots next. I'm glad to be done with you.
But don't forget what I said, it's fixed so Wyndham's dead sure to win
Saturday. I'm going to bet every cent I can raise on it."

"Well, I'm glad I'm done with him!" muttered Roy, closing the door as
Herbert went coughing down the gravel drive.

CHAPTER XXIV.

ONCE MORE.

Rackliff turned through Lake Street toward the square in the center of
the village, muttering to himself about Hooker, whom he now thoroughly
despised as a "soft thing" and a "quitter." As he approached the Town
Hall a low whistle like a signal reached his ears, and he saw a dark
figure standing in the shadows near one corner of the building.

"It must be Springer," said Herbert. "Now we'll find out if he has any
sand or is a quitter, too."

It was Springer, who spoke in a low tone as Herbert turned and drew
near. "I thought it just as well for us not to meet where we would be
seen," said Phil, "so I watched for you here, being pretty sure you'd
come this way. There's a bub-bunch of the fellows down at Stickney's."

"Good!" returned Herbert. "I hope they've got their mazuma with them,
for I've got my cash at last, and I'm on the warpath. It'll be just
like finding money for me if they'll only give me a chance at them."

"You're just as confident as ever that Wyndham will win?"

"My boy, I tell you it's a cold cinch; it's fixed so that Wyndham can't
lose."

"What do you mean by 'fixed'?"

Rackliff hesitated; recalling his late interview with Hooker, he
decided that it would be unwise to tell Springer too much.

"Never you mind what I mean, old sport," he returned. "Leave it to me.
I wasn't born yesterday. What these Joshuas around here have won off
me already will serve nicely as bait. I'm bound to get them this time,
and, as we're friends, I'm letting you in on the deal. After the
rotten way you've been treated, it should make you feel well to get the
chance. I'll place your loose coin on Wyndham, and not a soul need
know about it until you're ready for him to know. Perhaps by and by,
when this old baseball team is all to the punk, you'll feel like coming
out openly and informing them that you've added to your bank account by
betting against them; but, if you don't happen to feel that way, you
can keep still and enjoy the fruits of your cleverness--which should be
some