That Yankee betting man 'guesses,' and what heaps of money he makes by it!" "I wish I did," Algernon sighed.

"All my guessing and reckoning goes wrong.

I'm safe for next Spring, that's one comfort.

I shall make twenty thousand next Spring." "On Templemore ?" "That's the horse.

I've got a little on Tenpenny Nail as well.