Adair, alone of the group, shook hands. Although the others gave him civil, if formal, greeting, Billy felt their hostility intuitively, and flung up his head like a stag at bay.
"You got my note-have you done it yet?" he asked, bending over Allys in a fashion that made Hilary's teeth set hard.
She laughed back at him: "Have you done it yet? Bet your whole fortune on the Heathflower thing at a hundred to one?"
Billy nodded confidently. "That's just what I have done. Unc' Robert was willin'-he thought as I did, such a little bit o' money was better risked than kept.
"
"H'm! I hope you kept the price of a return ticket," Hilary said, trying to speak jocularly. "Really, Mr. Wickliffe, you can't think that ugly brute has a chance to be even in the money.
"
"My money's talkin' for me," Billy said, facing Hilary. "'Tain't much-only a thousand. Lordy! if I could, wouldn't I burn up these ringsters! You ought to a-heard 'em, Miss Allys, when I went at 'em.
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