"
Joe was so much in earnest about it that Bunch and I put up fifty
on "Perhaps" and waited.
We are still waiting.
"Perhaps" may have been a good horse but he had a bad memory and
never could recollect which end of the track was the proper place
to finish.
Joe must have left for Elmhurst immediately after the race because
he failed to answer roll call.
Then we ran across Dave Torrence, the famous inventor of the
disappearing trump so much used by pinochle players.
When Dave began to dope 'em out for us Bunch and I hid our
pocketbooks in our shoes.
"Here's a good one," Dave suggested; "listen to this 'Easy Money'
out of 'Life Insurance' by 'Director.' And here's a good one,
'Chauffeur' out of 'Automobile' by 'Policeman!' Do you care for
those?"
There were tears in Bunch's eyes, but I was busy looking for a rock.
"Here are some more peacherinos," Dave went on, relentlessly, "here
is 'Golf Player' out of 'Business' by 'Mosquito,' and here's
another good one, 'Eternal Daylights' out of 'Russia' by
'Japan'--like 'em?"
Bunch and I handed Dave the reproachful face and fled for our lives.
Then we got down to business and began to lose our money with more
system and less noise.
At the end of the fifth race we hadn't the price of a leather
sandwich between us.
Every dog we had mentioned to the Bookies proved to be a false
alarm.
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