the man who could not lose-第3部分

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exclaimed　remorsefully：　〃And　you　started　with　three　thousand！　What
did　I　do　with　it？〃

〃We　both　had　the　time　of　our　lives　with　it！〃　said　Carter　stoutly。
〃And　that's　all　there　is　to　that。　Post…mortems；〃　he　pointed　out；
〃are　useful　only　as　guides　to　the　future；　and　as　our　future　will
never　hold　a　second　three　thousand　dollars；　we　needn't　worry　about
how　we　spent　the　first　one。　No！　What　we　must　consider　now　is　how　we
can　grow　rich　quick；　and　the　quicker　and　richer；　the　better。
Pawning　our　clothes；　or　what's　left　of　them；　is　bad　economics。
There's　no　use　considering　how　to　live　from　meal　to　meal。　We　must
evolve　something　big；　picturesque；　that　will　bring　a　fortune。　You
have　imagination；　I'm　supposed　to　have　imagination；　we　must　think
of　a　plan　to　get　money；　much　money。　I　do　not　insist　on　our　plan
being　dignified；　or　even　outwardly　respectable；　so　long　as　it　keeps
you　alive；　it　may　be　as　desperate　as〃

〃I　see！〃　cried　Dolly；　〃like　sending　mother　Black　Hand　letters！〃

〃Blackmail〃　began　that　lady's　son…in…law　doubtfully。

〃Or！〃　cried　Dolly；　〃we　might　kidnap　Mr。　Carnegie　when　he's　walking
in　the　park　alone；　and　hold　him　for　ransom。　Or〃she　rushed　on
〃we　might　forge　a　codicil　to　father's　will；　and　make　it　say　if
mother　shouldn't　like　the　man　I　want　to　marry；　all　of　father's
fortune　must　go　to　my　husband！〃

〃Forgery；〃　exclaimed　Champneys；　〃is　going　further　than　I〃

〃And　another　plan；〃　interrupted　Dolly；〃　that　I　have　always　had　in
mind；　is　to　issue　a　cheaper　edition　of　your　book；　'The　Dead　Heat。'
The　reason　the　first　edition　of　'The　Dead　Heat'　didn't　sell〃

〃Don't　tell　ME　why　it　didn't　sell；〃　said　Champneys。　〃I　wrote　it！〃

〃That　book；〃　declared　Dolly　loyally；　〃was　never　properly
advertised。　No　one　knew　about　it；　so　no　one　bought　it！〃

〃Eleven　people　bought　it！〃　corrected　the　author。

〃We　will　put　it　in　a　paper　cover　and　sell　it　for　fifty　cents；〃
cried　Dolly。　〃　It's　the　best　detective　story　I　ever　read；　and
people　have　got　to　know　it　is　the　best。　So　we'll　advertise　it　like
a　breakfast　food。〃

〃The　idea；〃　interrupted　Champneys；　〃is　to　make　money；　not　throw　it
away。　Besides；　we　haven't　any　to　throw　away。　Dolly　sighed　bitterly。

〃If　only；〃　she　exclaimed；　〃we　had　that　three　thousand　dollars　back
again！　I'd　save　SO　carefully。　It　was　all　my　fault。　The　races　took
it；　but　it　was　I　took　you　to　the　races。〃

〃No　one　ever　had　to　drag　ME　to　the　races；〃　said　Carter。　〃　It　was
the　way　we　went　that　was　extravagant。　Automobiles　by　the　hour
standing　idle；　and　a　box　each　day；　and〃

〃And　always　backing　Dromedary；〃　suggested　Dolly。　Carter　was　touched
on　a　sensitive　spot。　〃That　horse；〃　he　protested　loudly；　〃is　a
mighty　good　horse。　Some　day〃

〃That's　what　you　always　said；〃　remarked　Dolly；　〃but　he　never　seems
to　have　his　day。〃

〃It's　strange；〃　said　Champneys　consciously。　〃I　dreamed　of　Dromedary
only　last　night。　Same　dream　over　and　over　again。〃　Hastily　he
changed　the　subject。

〃For　some　reason　I　don't　sleep　well。　I　don't　know　why。〃

Dolly　looked　at　him　with　all　the　love　in　her　eyes　of　a　mother　over
her　ailing　infant。

〃It's　worrying　over　me；　and　the　heat；〃'　she　said。　〃And　the　garage
next　door；　and　the　skyscraper　going　up　across　the　street；　might
have　something　to　do　with　it。　And　YOU；〃　she　mocked　tenderly；
〃wanted　to　send　me　to　the　sea…shore。〃

Carter　was　frowning。　As　though　about　to　speak；　he　opened　his　lips；
and　then　laughed　embarrassedly。

〃Out　with　it；〃　said　Dolly；　with　an　encouraging　smile。　〃Did　he　win？〃

Seeing　she　had　read　what　was　in　his　mind；　Carter　leaned　forward
eagerly。　The　ruling　passion　and　a　touch　of　superstition　held　him　in
their　grip。

〃He　'win'　each　time；〃　he　whispered。　〃I　saw　it　as　plain　as　I　see
you。　Each　time　he　came　up　with　a　rush　just　at　the　same　place；　just
as　they　entered　the　stretch；　and　each　time　he　won！〃　He　slapped　his
hand　disdainfully　upon　the　dirty　bills　before　him。　〃If　I　had　a
hundred　dollars！〃

There　was　a　knock　at　the　door；　and　Carter　opened　it　to　the　elevator
boy　with　the　morning　mail。　The　letters；　save　one；　Carter　dropped
upon　the　table。　That　one；　with　clumsy　fingers；　he　tore　open。　He
exclaimed　breathlessly：　〃It's　from　PLYMPTON'S　MAGAZINE！　MaybeI've
sold　a　story！〃　He　gave　a　cry　almost　of　alarm。　His　voice　was　as
solemn　as　though　the　letter　had　announced　a　death。

〃Dolly；〃　he　whispered；　〃it's　a　checka　check　for　a　HUNDRED
DOLLARS！〃

Guiltily；　the　two　young　people　looked　at　each　other。

〃We've　GOT　to！〃　breathed　Dolly。　〃GOT　to！　If　we　let　TWO　signs　like
that　pass；　we'd　be　flying　in　the　face　of　Providence。〃

With　her　hands　gripping　the　arms　of　her　chair；　she　leaned　forward；
her　eyes　staring　into　space；　her　lips　moving。

〃COME　ON；　you　Dromedary！〃　she　whispered。

They　changed　the　check　into　five　and　ten　dollar　bills；　and；　as
Carter　was　far　too　excited　to　work；　made　an　absurdly　early　start
for　the　race…track。

〃We　might　as　well　get　all　the　fresh　air　we　can；〃　said　Dolly。
〃That's　all　we　will　get！〃

From　their　reserve　fund　of　twenty…seven　dollars　which　each　had
solemnly　agreed　with　the　other　would　not　be　risked　on　race…horses；
Dolly　subtracted　a　two…dollar　bill。　This　she　stuck　conspicuously
across　the　face　of　the　clock　on　the　mantel。

〃Why？〃　asked　Carter。

〃When　we　get　back　this　evening；〃　Dolly　explained；　〃that　will　be　the
first　thing　we'll　see。　It's　going　to　look　awfully　good！〃

This　day　there　was　no　scarlet　car　to　rush　them　with　refreshing
swiftness　through　Brooklyn's　parkways　and　along　the　Ocean　Avenue。
Instead；　they　hung　to　a　strap　in　a　cross…　town　car；　changed　to　the
ferry；　and　again　to　the　Long　Island　Railroad。　When　Carter　halted　at
the　special　car　of　the　Turf　Club；　Dolly　took　his　arm　and　led　him
forward　to　the　day　coach。

〃But；〃　protested　Carter；　〃when　you're　spending　a　hundred　dollars
with　one　hand；　why　grudge　fifty　cents　for　a　parlor…　car　seat？　If
you're　going　to　be　a　sport；　be　a　sport。〃　〃And　if　you've　got　to　be
a　piker；〃　said　Dolly；　don't　be　ashamed　to　be　a　piker。　We're　not
spending　a　hundred　dollars　because　we　can　afford　it；　but　because
you　dreamt　a　dream。　You　didn't　dream　you　were　riding　in
parlor…cars！　If　you　did；　it's　time　I　woke　you。〃

This　day　there　was　for　them　no　box　overlooking　the　finish；　no
club…house　luncheon。　With　the　other　pikers；　they　sat　in　the　free
seats；　with　those　who　sat　coatless　and　tucked　their　handkerchiefs
inside　their　collars；　and　with　those　who　mopped　their　perspiring
countenances　with　rice…paper　and　marked　their　cards　with　a　hat…pin。
Their　lunch　consisted　of　a　massive　ham　sandwich　with　a　top　dressing
of　mustard。

Dromedary　did　not　run　until　the　fifth　race；　and　the　long　wait；
before　they　could　learn　their　fate；　was　intolerable。　They　knew　most
of　the　horses；　and；　to　pass　the　time；　on　each　of　the　first　races
Dolly　made　imaginary　bets。　Of　these　mental　wagers；　she　lost　every
one。

〃If　you　turn　out　to　be　as　bad　a　guesser　when　you're　asleep　as　I　am
when　I'm　awake；〃　said　Dolly；　〃we're　going　to　lose　our　fortune。〃

〃I'm　weakening！〃　declared　Carter。　〃A　hundred　dollars　is　beginning
to　look　to　me　like　an　awful　lot　of　money。　Twenty…　seven　dollars；
and　there's　only　twenty　of　that　left　now；　is　mighty　small　capital；
but　twenty　dollars　plus　a　hundred　could　keep　us　alive　for　a　month！〃

〃Did　you；　or　did　you　not；　dream　that　Dromedary　would　win？〃　demanded
Dolly　sternly。

〃I　certainly　did；　several　times；〃　said　Carter。　〃But　it　may　be　I　was
thinking　of　the　horse。　I've　lost　such　a　lot　on　him；　my　mind　may
have〃

〃Did　you；〃　interrupted　Dolly；　〃say　if　you　had　a　hundred　dollars
you'd　bet　it；　and　did　a　hundred　dollars　walk　in　through　the　door
instantly？〃

Carter；　reassured；　breathed　again。　〃　It　certainly　did！〃　he
repeated。

Even　in　his　proud　days；　Carter　had　never　been　able　to　bet　heavily；
and　instead　of　troubling　the　club…house　commissioners　with　his
small　wagers；　he　had；　in　the　ring；　bet　ready　money。　Moreover；　he
believed　in　the　ring　he　obtained　more　favorable　odds；　and；　when　he
won；　it　pleased　him；　instead　of　waiting　until　settling　day　for　a
check；　to　stand　in　a　line　and　feel　the　real　money　thrust　into　his
hand。　So；　when　the　fourth　race　started　he　rose　and　raised　his　hat。

〃The　time　has　come；〃　he　said。

Without　looking　at　him；　Dolly　nodded。　She　was　far　too　tremulous　to
speak。

For　several　weeks　Dromedary　had　not　been　placed；　and　Carter　hoped
for　odds　of　at　least　ten　to　one。　But；　when　he　pushed　his　way　into
the　arena；　he　found　so　little　was　thought　of　his　choice　that　as
high　as　twenty　to　one　was　being　offered；　and　with　few　takers。　The
fact　shattered　his　confidence。　Here　were　two　hundred　book…makers；
trained　to　their　calling；　anxious　at　absurd　odds　to　back　their
opinion　that　the　horse　he　liked　could　not　win。　In　the　face　of　such
unanimous　contempt；　his　dream　became　fantastic；　fatuous。　He　decided
he　would　risk　only　half　of　his　fortune。　Then；　should　the　horse　win；
he　still　would　be　passing　rich；　and　should　he　lose；　he　would；　at
least；　have　all　of　fifty　dollars。

With　a　book…maker　he　wagered　that　sum；　and　then；　in　unhappy
indecision；　stood；　in　one　hand　clutching　his　ticket　that　called　for
a　potential　thousand　and　fifty　dollars；　and　in　the　other　an　actual
fifty。　It　was　not　a　place　for　meditation。　From　every　side　men；　more
or　less　sane；　swept　upon　him；　jostled　him；　and　stamped　upon　him；
and　still；　struggling　for　a　foothold；　he　swayed；　hesitating。　Then
he　became　conscious　that　the　ring　was　nearly　empty；　that　only　a　few
shrieking　individuals　still　ran　down　the　line。　The　horses　were
going　to　the　post。　He　must　decide　quickly。　In　front　of　him　the
book…　maker　cleaned　his　board；　and；　as　a　final　appeal；　opposite　the
names　of　three　horses　chalked　thirty　to　one。　Dromedary　was　among
them。　Such　odds　could　not　be　resisted。　Carter　shoved　his　fifty　at
the　man；　and　to　that　sum　added　the　twenty　dollars　still　in　his
pocket。　They　were　the　last　dollars　he　owned　in　the　world。　And
though　he　knew　they　were　his　last；　he　was　fearful　lest　the
book…maker　would　refuse　them。　But；　mechanically；　the　man　passed
them　over　his　shoulder。

〃And　twenty…one　hundred　to　seventy；〃　he　chanted。

When　Carter　took　his　seat　beside　Dolly；　he　was　quite　cold。　Still；
Dolly　did　not　speak。　Out　of　the　corner　of　her　eyes　she　questioned
him。

〃I　got　fifty　at　twenty　to　one；〃　replied　Carter