"
"You can meet them anywhere."
"Have you got a roll?"
"Yes."
"A good sized one? for we want to give them a good bait."
Desmond was playing his part of the game well--very well--his whole
manner was right up to the mark--indeed, he did a fine piece of acting.
He pulled out a roll of bills, pretended to dispute with the sharp, and
suddenly exclaimed:
"I'll bet you a hundred."
"No, no, young fellow, I don't bet," said the sharp. "I know I am right,
I'd only be robbing you."
"I won't let you rob me; I am up to what I say."
The youth put an emphasis on his words which the sharp did not notice;
he thought he had such a sure thing, he was not looking for a false
"steer." Desmond saw the glitter, however, in the sharp's eyes at the
sight of the roll, for it looked like a big pile of money, and the sharp
appeared to feel, as indicated in his face, that the pile was already
his own.
"By ginger!" he said, "you are a dandy; you can play this game right up,
but don't be too anxious or you will scare those fellows off; just take
it easy, let them lead you on."
"Oh, I know how to work; don't you forget I am a Yorker."
"Yes, I see you Yorkers are smart fellows.
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