"Have one of her calling cards, Loring," and he proffered one of the ex-tickets.
"Lady S ?" translated Loring.

"I cut her acquaintance three bets ago." And, turning just then toward the grandstand, he smiled up into one of the boxes and lifted his hat.
Glancing in that direction, Gamble was shocked to find himself looking squarely into the dark eyes of a strikingly beautiful young woman who stood with her hands resting upon the rail.
"What do you know about Collaton ?" he asked; and, in spite of himself, he looked again.

The young lady this time was laughing with a group of likable young idlers, all of whom Gamble knew; and, since the startling stranger was occupied, he could indulge in a slightly more open inspection.
"I saw Collaton on the track to-day and he was making some big bets," replied Loring with a frown.

"He's not broke, Johnny.

He's merely been letting you hold the bag." "Well, help me let go.