Frank Lucius Packard

From Now On Frank Lucius Packard

A WILD and prolonged roar came from every quarter of the race track. It swelled involume. It came again and again. Pandemonium itself seemed loosed. Outside the enclosure, a squat, fat man, the perspiration rolling in streams down his face, tugged at his collar with frantic, nervous jerks, as he leaned in over the side of a highpowered car, and with his other hand gripped at the arm of the young man in the driver'sseat."Dave, listen to 'em! My God, listen to 'em!" snarled the fat man. Dave Henderson, with the toe of his boot, moved the little black satchel that the otherhad dropped on the floor of the car farther to one side; and, by way of excuse fordisengaging his arm, reached into his pocket for his cigarettes."I can hear 'em-even a yard away out here!" he said imperturbably. "Sounds like a greatday for the bookies-not!"The fat man secured his grip on Dave Henderson's arm again."I'm wiped out-every last cent-all I've made in years," he said hoarsely. "You get that, don't you? You know it! I'm cleaned out-and you don't seem to give a damn!""Why should I?" inquired Dave Henderson calmly. "I guess it's their turn, ain't it?"Bookie Skarvan's red-rimmed little gray eyes narrowed, and he swallowed hard."I've played square, I have!" he whined. "And I'm wiped out!""Yes-square as hell!" amended Dave Henderso