"No, but you was talkin' at me," said the other.
"Why, are you a thief and a gambler?" asked Ted, with a lifting of his
eyebrows that expressed a great deal that he did not say.
"I guess it's the other way around," answered the fellow, snarling.
"I don't see how you make that out."
"Well, I do. The gal bumped the rider o' Magpie."
"She did nothing of the sort. I stood beside the starter of the race,
and I was nearer to the horses than you were, and if any one could see
them I could. The horses were several feet apart when they started."
"Why, sure. You and your pals are interested in the bone heap that went
in first through a foul."
"That will be about enough of that."
A bright red spot burned on each of Ted's cheeks, the danger signal of
his wrath.
"Now, see here, young fellow, you can't throw any bluff into me," said
the fellow, approaching Ted with one shoulder raised.
"You let him alone. He's all right, and has got as much right to talk as
you have," said another man, elbowing his way up.
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