idly watching a policeman putting an inebriated man off the track.
"Sammy!" she called him sharply. He came, running and frightened.
"I've lost my handkerchief," she informed him. "Go get it." Sammy
smiled gratefully and was gone.

"Where did you find it?" asked Johnny, indicating the departing
messenger. "Follow you home one cold night, or did a friend give it
to you?"

"Oh, no," she said carelessly; "it just sticks around. I can't get
rid of it, so I've trained it to be handy when I need it."

She fastened upon Colonel Mason just as the horses came to the post,
and she was suplying him with a check blank just as they got away
from the barrier. Gamble turned to the track and distinguished his
long shot off in the lead. He smiled grimly at that irony, for he
had seen long-shot horses raise false hopes before. Mildly
interested, he watched Angora reach the quarter pole, still in the
lead. Rather incredulously, he saw her still in the lead at the
half. He was eager about it when she rounded the three-quarters with
nothing but daylight before her; and as she came down the stretch,
with Nautchautauk reaching out for her flanks, he stuck the ash-end
of his cigar in his mouth and did not see the finish. He knew, by
the colossal groan from the grandstand, however, that Angora had
beaten the favorite; and, though he was not in the least excited, he
felt through all his pockets for his tickets, forgetting that he had
taken them out at the beginning of the race and still held them in
his hand; also, he forgot completely that he was supposed to be
escorting Polly, and immediately sauntered down to the betting shed-
-to collect the largest five thousand and one hundred dollars in