Bill came in, grinning with satisfaction over something.
"Say, I've been getting bets laid down five and six to one, on the greaser," he exulted.

"You go in and clean him up, Jack, and we'll skin this outfit down to their shirts! All the boys have been taking every bet that was offered; and the old don, I guess, is about the only greaser on the place that ain't bet all he's got.

Three-to-one that Jose gets you the third pass, m' son! Now, I don't know a damned thing about this here lasso business, but I took 'em on that, and so did a lot of the boys; and from that up to six-to-one that he'll get you! Want to lay a few bets yourself, you and Dade?
That's what I come to find out." Dade threw out both hands in disgust with the idea; revolted unexpectedly at the thought of being accused of failing to back his friendship with money as well as with every fiber of his loyal being, and turned sourly to Bill.

"I've got something like six or eight hundred, in dust," he said.

"Lend me enough to make it a thousand, and put 'er up.