"That money is to keep us alive
while you write the great American novel. I'm glad to spend another
day at the races, and I'm willing to back your dreams as far as ten
dollars, but for no more."
"If my dreams come true," warned Carter, you'll be awfully sorry."
"Not I," said Dolly. "I'll merely send you to bed, and you can go
on dreaming."
When Her Highness romped home, an easy winner, the look Dolly
turned upon her husband was one both of fear and dismay.
"I don't like it!" she gasped. "It's--it's uncanny. It gives me a
creepy feeling. It makes you seem sort of supernatural. And oh,"
she cried, "if only I had let you bet all you had with you!"
"I did," stammered Carter, in extreme agitation. " I bet four
hundred. I got five to one, Dolly," he gasped, in awe; "we've won
two thousand dollars."
Dolly exclaimed rapturously: "We'll put it all in bank," she cried.
"We'll put it all on Glowworm!" said her husband.
"Champ!" begged Dolly. "Don't push your luck. Stop while----"
Carter shook his head.
"It's NOT luck!" he growled. "It's a gift, it's second sight, it's
prophecy. I've been a full-fledged clairvoyant all my life, and
didn't know it. Anyway, I'm a sport, and after two of my dreams
breaking right, I've got to back the third one!"
Glowworm was at ten to one, and at those odds the book-makers to
whom he first applied did not care to take so large a sum as he
offered.
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