I want you to meet a friend of mine who has a big real estate deal on tap, and he may not go back on our train to-night." Johnny Gamble made his adieus from the Boyden box with reluctance.

The horses were lining up at the barrier for the last race, and he might not return in time.

While he was bidding a thoroughly inadequate good-by to Constance, Loring came up hastily and called Polly from the box.
"Sammy Chirp called my attention to Gresham and Collaton talking together rather furtively down under the grandstand a few minutes ago," he said.

"I have a curious impression that they mean harm to Gamble." "It was Gresham got the harm.

Johnny just beat him to a fifteen-thousand-dollar profit." "So that was it," said Loring with a frown.