"I take you, Daylight," he cried. "Two to one you don't--not in
seventy-five days."

"No charity, Jack," was the reply. "The bettin's even, and the
time is sixty days."

"Seventy-five days, and two to one you don't," Kearns insisted.
"Fifty Mile'll be wide open and the rim-ice rotten."

"What you win from me is yours," Daylight went on. "And, by
thunder, Jack, you can't give it back that way. I won't bet with
you. You're trying to give me money. But I tell you-all one
thing, Jack, I got another hunch. I'm goin' to win it back some
one of these days. You-all just wait till the big strike up
river. Then you and me'll take the roof off and sit in a game
that'll be full man's size. Is it a go?"

They shook hands.

"Of course he'll make it," Kearns whispered in Bettles' ear.
"And there's five hundred Daylight's back in sixty days," he
added aloud.

Billy Rawlins closed with the wager, and Bettles hugged Kearns
ecstatically.

"By Yupiter, I ban take that bet," Olaf Henderson said, dragging
Daylight away from Bettles and Kearns.

"Winner pays!" Daylight shouted, closing the wager.