"No, to take some away," said Carter, handing him his six thousand.

Without apparently looking at it, Burbank passed it to his cashier.
"King Pepper, twelve to six thousand," he called.

When King Pepper won, and Carter moved around the ring with
eighteen thousand dollars in thousand and five hundred dollar bills
in his fist, he found himself beset by a crowd of curious, eager
"pikers." They both impeded his operations and acted as a
body-guard. Confederate was an almost prohibitive favorite at one
to three, and in placing eighteen thousand that he might win six,
Carter found little difficulty. When Confederate won, and he
started with his twenty-four thousand to back Red Wing, the crowd
now engulfed him. Men and boys who when they wagered five and ten
dollars were risking their all, found in the sight of a young man
offering bets in hundreds and thousands a thrilling and fascinating
spectacle.

To learn what horse he was playing and at what odds, racing touts
and runners for other book-makers and individual speculators leaped
into the mob that surrounded him, and then, squirming their way
out, ran shrieking down the line. In ten minutes, through the bets
of Carter and those that backed his luck, the odds against Red Wing
were forced down from fifteen to one to even money. His approach
was hailed by the book-makers either with jeers or with shouts of
welcome. Those who had lost demanded a chance to regain their
money. Those with whom he had not bet, found in that fact
consolation, and chaffed the losers. Some curtly refused even the
smallest part of his money.