exceptionally large--were as clear as they were direct.

"An appetite like yours only makes it worse to be broke," laughed
Loring.

"There's a plenty of money in New York if I want any," responded
Gamble. "I don't need money, anyhow, Ashley. I have my mother fixed-
-and there's nobody else. Besides, I'm not broke. I have a hundred.
Do you know a good horse?"

"Nautchautauk," advised Loring, and they both turned in the
direction of the betting shed. "The price will probably be short;
but I look on it as an investment."

"You can't invest a hundred dollars," argued Gamble.

"You don't mean to say that a hundred's all you have in the world!"
returned Loring. "I thought you'd saved a good deal more than that
out of the wreck."

"I did; but my brother was broke," replied Gamble carelessly, and
stopped in front of a blackboard. The price on Nautchautauk was one
and a half to two. "I don't want a bet," he remarked, shaking his
head at the board; "I need an accident. I wonder if that goat Angora
has horns and a beard?"

"People try fifty-to-one shots just before they cut their throats,"
warned Loring.

"Hide my safety-razor then. Angora carries my hundred. I'll feed a