for four hundred."

"You've made a good day," said Burbank. "Give me a chance to get my
money back to-morrow.

"I'm sorry," said Carter. "I'm leaving New York to-morrow."

The same scarlet car bore them back triumphant to the bank.

"Twenty-two thousand dollars?" gasped Carter, "in CASH! How in the
name of all that's honest can we celebrate winning twenty-two
thousand dollars? We can't eat more than one dinner; we can't drink
more than two quarts of champagne--not without serious results."

"I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Dolly excitedly. "We can sail
to-morrow on the CAMPANIA!"

"Hurrah!" shouted Carter. "We'll have a second honey-moon. We'll
shoot up London and Paris. We'll tear slices out of the map of
Europe. You'll ride in one motor-car, I'll ride in another, we'll
have a maid and a valet in a third, and we'll race each other all
the way to Monte Carlo. And, there, I'll dream of the winning
numbers, and we'll break the bank. When does the CAMPANIA sail?"

"At noon," said Dolly.

"At eight we will be on board," said Carter.

But that night in his dreams he saw King Pepper, Confederate, and
Red Wing each win a race. And in the morning neither the engines of