"He tried to bet a barrel of money and the bookmakers laughed at him. As a general thing he bets a few dollars in each book; this time he went at 'em too strong. The bookies are a little leary of that innocent old boy." "Call him innocent if you want to. He's either the shrewdest horseman on this circuit or the luckiest, and I be damned if I can tell which! Hm-m-m. Jeremiah, 20 to 1.

In the paddock there was an unusual number of horses being led round and round in a ring, and some well-known bookies not often seen at the little provincial meeting were present with their raucous cries and their money-bags.

The quality in the Paddock were climbing to their places in the wagons. The voices of the bookies were raised vociferously. The crowd jostled about them, eager to back Old Mat's old horse, Goosey Gander. They believed in the old man's luck, they believed in the old man's horse, they believed in the old man's jockey, Monkey Brand, almost as famous locally as his master.

Holton smiled unpleasantly, intimating that Frank's lack of betting on his horse was proof positive that the worst tales told were true. "That settles it. The bookies are right. Th' mare's no chance with a new jockey, an' you know it." "If I were betting," said Frank angrily, "I'd back her with every dollar that I have on earth." Holton smiled at him unpleasantly.

"Six to four the favourite!" the bookies roared. "Seven to four on the field!" The English, too, woke to the fact that they had a champion at last. A thirst for vengeance, after all they had endured at the hands of the contumelious foe, carried them away. They stood up and howled.

"Hayfield, who was backed all the winter, broke down a month ago.... 2 to 1 against Fly-leaf, 4 to 1 against Signet-ring, 4 to 1 against Dewberry, 10 to 1 against Vanguard, the winner at 50 to 1 offered. Your husband must have won a little fortune. Never was there such a day for the bookies." Esther said she was very glad, and was undecided which mug she should choose.

He is collecting information, coming to decisions, wandering among the bookies in the hope of getting a good price, climbing into the grand stand and descending from it, studying the points of the horses all the time with as little chance of leisure as though he were a stockbroker during a financial crisis or a sailor on a sinking ship.

He hops bells at the Arlington summers and butchers peanuts at the track during the season you know, hollers 'Here they come! before they start, then when the women jump up he pinches the betting tickets out of their laps and cashes them with the bookies." "Could you get hold of this this boy basso and bring him here without letting him or his mother know?"

He was fired when you went to the stable to say good-by to Sis. He was packing what things he had there, but when he saw you weren't on, he kept it mum. I believe then he was planning to do away with Sis, and you offered a nice easy get-away for him. He hated you. First, because you turned down the crooked deal he offered you, for it was he who was beating the bookies, and he wanted a pal.

Richard Croker 's in the ring, and the 'bookies' are swipin' it off the boards. Hurry and get in with your money while there 's a chance to get the odds;" and he started into the betting ring as though fully expecting I would follow. His manner was intensely earnest, and his hurried words and furtive looks were at once impressive and convincing.