“If you think it is ’ot hair,” spluttered Hollingsworth, “get hout your money.” “I haven’t seen the color of yours yet,” reminded Buck. At this the Englishman plunged into his pocket, produced a leather pocketbook and slapped it against his left hand. “There it is,” he asserted. “Still I can’t see the money any,” said Badger. Hollingsworth opened the book and brought forth a package of bills. “’Ere is my money,” he declared. “Now put hup yours or shut hup!” With a rumbling growl Bruce Browning went into his pocket; but the Kansan stopped him, saying: “This is mine; I saw it first.” The hotel clerk had stepped from behind the desk, greatly interested by what was taking place. Badger made a motion toward him, observing: “Put up your stuff, my bluffing friend. Mr. Curtis will hold it. You’re still keeping your paws on the long green, ready to squeal when your bluff is called.” “Oh, ham I?” sneered Hollingsworth, as he hastily counted out a hundred, which took nearly the whole of his pile. “We’ll see habout that. ’Ere it goes hup in his ’ands. Now, if you’re not a blooming squawker yourself, let’s see you cover it. I’m betting Frank Merriwell will be barred from the race.” Badger now hastily produced a roll of bills, from the outside of which he stripped two fifties. “It’s like finding money,” he chuckled, as he handed the hundred to the clerk. “That’s whatever!” “It’s like finding it for me,” said Hollingsworth. “Oh, I don’t know!” laughed Buck. It was true he did not know what had happened in Frank Merriwell’s room while Merry was absent. Hollingsworth left the hotel in a well-satisfied frame of mind. He could not refrain from chuckling aloud as he sauntered along the street. “Well, this has been a good day for me,” he muttered. “I’ve made two hundred dollars—or a hundred and ninety-five, taking out the fiver I had to give the boy. Oh, there’ll be a rumpus when Merriwell and his blooming, insolent friend finds out what has happened. It’s too late for him to get a duplicate certificate, even if he should find out without delay what has happened. It’s a sure thing for me. I’m a clever one!” He was so blown up with self-satisfaction that he nearly collided with Arthur Huntley without seeing him. “What’s the matter with you, Holl?” demanded the Buffalo man, grasping his arm. “Have you gone daft? You were grinning like a hyena and muttering to yourself. Came near butting me over. Have you been tippling?” “No, but I’m blooming near choked for a drink, Arthur. Let’s have one. I’ll tell you something that will make you grin like a hyena, too.” “I don’t like to be seen going into a saloon here on the main street. Step down this way.” On a side street they entered a saloon. “What are you doing here in town?” asked Hollingsworth, expressing surprise for the first time. “I supposed you would be out pretending to get familiar with the course.”