"I'm going to make a little money--not much," Duff went on. "Now, if I
can make the whole deal with you, and if no one else is allowed to
bother me, I can afford to pass you one hundred dollars a day for the
tent privilege."

Before even expectant Tom realized what was happening, Duff had pressed
a wad of paper money into his hand.

"What is this?" demanded Reade.

"Don't let everyone see it," warned the gambler. "You'll find two
hundred dollars there, in bills. That's for the first two days of our
tent privilege here."

"You contemptible hound!" exclaimed Tom angrily.

Whish! The tightly folded wad of bank notes left Tom's hand, landing
squarely in Jim Duff Is face.

In an instant the gambler's face turned white. His hand flew back to a
pocket in which he carried a pistol.




CHAPTER III

TOM MAKES A SPEECH ON GAMBLING