show, and shut out the favorite! The boy ought to be in
Matteawan."

Still undisturbed, still confident to those to whom he had promised
them, Carter sent a wire. Nor did he forget his old enemy, "Sol"
Burbank. "If you want to get some of the money I took," he telegraphed,
"wipe out the Belmont entry and take all they offer on Delhi. He cannot
win."

And that night, when each newspaper called him up at his flat, he made
the same answer. "The three horses Will finish as I said. You can state
that I gave the information as I did as a sort of present to the people
of New York City."

In the papers the next morning "Carter's Tip" was the front-page
feature. Even those who never in the racing of horses felt any concern
could not help but take in the outcome of this one a curious interest.
The audacity of the prophecy, the very absurdity of it, presupposing, as
it did, occult power, was in itself amusing. And when the curtain rose
on the Suburban it was evident that to thousands what the Man Who Could
Not Lose had foretold was a serious and inspired utterance.

This time his friends gathered around him, not to benefit by his advice,
but to protect him. "They'll mob you!" they warned. "They'll tear the
clothes off your back. Better make your getaway now."

Dolly, with tears in her eyes, sat beside him. Every now and again she
touched his hand. Below his box, as around a newspaper office on the
night when a president is elected, the people crushed in a turbulent
mob. Some mocked and jeered, some who on his tip had risked their every
dollar, hailed him hopefully. On every side policemen, fearful of coming
trouble, hemmed him in. Carter was bored extremely, heartily sorry
he had on the night before given way to what he now saw as a perverse
impulse. But he still was confident, still undismayed.

To all eyes, except those of Dolly, he was of all those at the track the
least concerned. To her he turned and, in a low tone, spoke swiftly. "I
am so sorry," he begged. "But, indeed, indeed, I can't lose. You must
have faith in me."

"In you, yes," returned Dolly in a whisper, "but in your dreams, no!"

The horses were passing on their way to the post. Carter brought his
face close to hers.

"I'm going to break my promise," he said, "and make one more bet, this
one with you. I bet you a kiss that I'm right."

Dolly, holding back her tears, smiled mournfully. "Make it a hundred,"
she said.

Half of the forty thousand at the