"Waal, that"s pretty decent of you, Mr. Bearover," said Ephraim, permitting the stout man to take his arm and lead him away.
In a few minutes they arrived at Priley"s Hotel, known in Wellsburg to be the "hang out" of the sporting cla.s.s.
"We"re stopping here," explained the baseball manager. "The Franklin Square is said to be the best place in town, but it"s a little too stiff for the boys. They can enjoy themselves here without feeling it necessary to put on style in the dining room. You know some of the fellows are inclined to eat with their knives. Such manners might shock the aristocratic patrons of the Franklin Square."
In the billiard room they found a number of young men playing pool or looking on. Several of these proved to be members of the Rovers baseball nine, and Bearover introduced them to Gallup.
The bar opened off the billiard room, and Ephraim was finally led to it, but he persisted in his resolution to drink nothing intoxicating. A seltzer lemonade satisfied him, while his companion took whisky.
When they returned to the billiard room they found Casper Silence there.
The backer of the Rovers was telling, with a great deal of disdain, how he had nearly induced Barney Mulloy to make a wager, but had been baffled by Merriwell"s interference.
"I"ve heard a great deal about the nerve of this youngster Merriwell,"
said Silence, "but it"s my notion he"s got a yellow streak in him. His courage is mythical."
Instantly Gallup bridled.
"Yeou ain"t gut no right to say that, mister!" he cried hotly. "Yeou don"t know what yeou"re talking abaout! I"ve had dealings with all sorts of human critters in my career. I"ve handled n.i.g.g.e.rs, dagos, Scandinavians, Turks, Chinamen, Swedes, French-Canadians, and Heaven-knows-what. I"ve seen Western bad men and gun fighters galore. I happen to know that Frank Merriwell has gut more nerve than any hundred men I"ve ever run acrost, if they was all rolled into one. There ain"t no squealer abaout him, you bet. He didn"t bet, and he didn"t "low Barney Mulloy to bet because it is ag"inst his principles. It wasn"t because he was afraid Barney would lose that hundred."
Silence smiled wisely.
"I wouldn"t be impolite enough to contradict you, my friend," he said.
"At the same time, you must permit me to have my own opinion of the matter. It strikes me that Mulloy was mighty willing to hide behind the fine principles of Mr. Merriwell. He was a little hot when he so rashly proposed to bet, and he gladly took water as soon as Merriwell spoke up.
It saved him a hundred. We"re going to trounce your team to-morrow in handsome style. We won"t leave you in shape to do any boasting for some time to come."
"Yeou git aout!" shouted Gallup. "You couldn"t beat us in a year with Frank Merriwell in the box. You ain"t built right!"
At this the ball players present joined Silence in a burst of laughter.
"We"ll rub it into ye, Mr. Gallup," said Mike McCann. "We"ll wipe up the earth with ye."
"I"d like to find some one who had nerve enough to make a little bet on your team," said Silence. "Of course I don"t expect any of you fellows will dare risk a dollar."
"Dad rap ye!" snapped Gallup. "I"ll make a bet! Yeou needn"t go tell Frank nuthin" abaout it, but I"ll bet yeou something. I"ll bet anything yeou want to bet, and I don"t keer a hang haow much it is! Yeou jest name the amount, and I"ll kivver it!"
He smashed his fist down on a billiard table as he made this announcement.
"Why, you"re a real sport!" chuckled Silence. "You"re a reckless chap, aren"t you! If I should say a hundred dollars, you"d wilt in your boots."
Ephraim"s blood was boiling now.
"You kin say one hundred dollars or ten hundred dollars or ten thousand dollars!" he almost yelled. "I"ve gut the money, and I tell ye I"ll chuck it up! I know yeou"ve gut a wad in your pocket, for I"ve seen it.
Pull it out! Put it up! I"ll go ye!"
"Drive him into his boots, Mr. Silence!" hissed Mike McCann. "You"ll see him squawk in a minute."
Silence produced his pocketbook.
"As long as you"re such a courageous young man," he said, "we"ll test you. I am carrying quite a roll with me. It"s a little habit I have. I might accidentally drop into a good warm poker game and need it. What was that highest figure you named? Did you say ten thousand dollars? I believe I have something like that right here. We"ll make it ten thousand. Will you call the proprietor of the hotel, McCann? I think he"s in the office. He"ll hold the money for us."
Even then Gallup did not believe Silence in earnest. He took it as a bluff and continued to "make a front."
"Put it up, put it up," he nodded. "I"m right here. I"m waiting to see that money stuck up."
Mike McCann hurried into the office and returned directly, followed by Fred Priley, the hotel proprietor.
"Mr. Priley," said Silence, "this young man has been making some betting talk. You know we"re going to play Frank Merriwell"s team to-morrow at Bloomfield. It"s doubtful if the gate money will cover our expenses. For that reason I"ve been looking around to make a little wager on that game. This chap says he"ll bet anything from one hundred dollars to ten thousand dollars. Let me see if I can dig up ten thousand."
With perfect coolness, he opened a pocketbook and counted out ten one-thousand dollars, which he handed to Priley.
"That leaves me a hundred or two," he said, "which will carry me over until I get my roll back and this gentleman"s long green with it."
With a sneering smile, he turned and regarded Gallup.
"I"ve put my money up," he said. "Now let"s see you do the same thing--or squeal."
Gallup swallowed down a lump which had risen in his throat.
"Derned if I ever squealed in my life!" he snarled. "I"ve gut ten thousand right in the Wellsburg Bank, and I"ll draw a check on it jest as soon as I kin make it aout!"
"Oh, no," laughed Silence, "that won"t do. I can"t accept your check. I want to see the money."
"Mebbe yeou think the check ain"t no good? Didn"t yeou come into the bank and see me deposit the money?"
"Yes, I saw it. But you"re aware, I presume, that the law would not enforce the payment of that check in case you lost your wager and I attempted to collect. You might stop payment at the bank, and I could whistle for my money."
"Yeou don"t think I"d do anything like that, do ye?"
"I don"t propose to take any chances, Mr. Gallup," said the man, as he glanced at his watch. "There are now exactly ten minutes before the bank closes. If you"re earnest we"ll accompany you to the bank, and you can draw your money."
"Mebbe they won"t have ten thousand on hand to pay a check of that bigness."
"Then you can exchange your own check for a bank check. If you do that, you can"t stop payment on the bank"s check in case you lose. Let"s have all these little matters properly arranged in advance. Will you do that, or are you going to squeal?"
"I never squealed in my life!" repeated Ephraim, with a snarl. "Come on--come on to the bank! We"ll fix it!"
CHAPTER x.x.xIV.
A TROUBLED MIND.
Ephraim found that Casper Silence was very much in earnest. There was no bluff about the man"s proposal to bet ten thousand dollars, and Gallup was not the sort of chap to back down after making such talk.
Naturally the cashier at the bank looked surprised when Gallup asked for a bank check in exchange for his own check, drawn for the full amount of his deposit. Mr. Casin, however, did not ask questions, but made out the bank check and pa.s.sed it to Ephraim.