IN WHICH JOHNNY MIXES BUSINESS AND PLEASURE A general desire to bet on the last race had sent all the occupants of the Boyden box, except Constance, Polly and Gresham, down to the betting shed when Gamble returned; and he was very glad there was room enough for him to sit down and enjoy himself.

He had evil designs upon Gresham.
"This is my lucky day," he observed, smiling upon Miss Joy.

"I began this afternoon to pile up an exact million.

A near horse gave me a five-thousand-dollar start." "If you keep on at the rate of five thousand dollars an hour you'll have your million in two hundred hours," Constance figured for him.
"I won't work Sundays, evenings, holidays or birthdays," he objected.
"How fussy!" commented Polly.

"Which was the kind horse ?" "A goat by the name of Angora," he replied.
"That race should call for an inquiry," sternly stated Gresham.
"You must have bet on the favorite," returned Gamble, and laughed when Gresham winced.