And, there, I'll dream of the winning
numbers, and we'll break the bank. When does the CAMPANIA sail?"
"At noon," said Dolly.
"At eight we will be on board," said Carter.
But that night in his dreams he saw King Pepper, Confederate, and
Red Wing each win a race. And in the morning neither the engines of
the CAMPANIA nor the entreaties of Dolly could keep him from the
race-track.
"I want only six thousand," he protested. "You can do what you like
with the rest, but I am going to bet six thousand on the first one
of those three to start. If he loses, I give you my word I'll not
bet another cent, and we'll sail on Saturday. If he wins Out, I'll
put all I make on the two others."
"Can't you see," begged Dolly, "that your dreams are just a rehash
of what you think during the day? You have been playing in
wonderful luck, that's all. Each of those horses is likely to win
his race. When he does you will have more faith than ever in your
silly dreams----"
"My silly dreams," said Carter grinning, "are carrying you to
Europe, first class, by the next steamer."
They had been talking while on their way to the bank. When Dolly
saw she could not alter his purpose, she made him place the
nineteen thousand that remained, after he had taken out the six
thousand, in her name. She then drew out the entire amount.
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