"10, 13, 31; put that down." The cards were shuffled and cut again.
"Six of clubs--6, 35, 39." Again they were cut and shuffled.

This time the knave of clubs was turned up.
"That's 17, 19, 28," said Pinky, reading from her book.
The next cut gave the ace of clubs, and the policy numbers were 18, 63, 75.
"Once more, and the ten rows will be full;" and the cards were cut again.
"Five of hearts--5, 12, 60;" and the ten rows were complete.
"There's luck there, Fan; sure to make a hit," said Pinky, with almost childish confidence, as she gazed at the ten rows of figures.

"One of 'em can't help coming out right, and that would be fifty dollars--twenty-five for me and twenty-five for you; two rows would give a hundred dollars, and the whole ten a thousand.

Think of that, Fan! five hundred dollars apiece." "It would break Sam McFaddon, I'm afraid," remarked Mrs.Bray.
"Sam's got nothing to do with it," returned Pinky.
"He hasn't ?" "No." "Who has, then ?" "His backer." "What's that ?" "Oh, I found it all out--I know how it's done.

Sam's got a backer--a man that puts up the money.