The Game eBook

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held the gaze of more than one woman far above him in the social scale.  Of such glances and dim maternal promptings he was quite unconscious, though Genevieve was quick to see and understand; and she knew each time the pang of a fierce joy in that he was hers and that she held him in the hollow of her hand.  He did see, however, and rather resented, the men’s glances drawn by her.  These, too, she saw and understood as he did not dream of understanding.


Genevieve slipped on a pair of Joe’s shoes, light-soled and dapper, and laughed with Lottie, who stooped to turn up the trousers for her.  Lottie was his sister, and in the secret.  To her was due the inveigling of his mother into making a neighborhood call so that they could have the house to themselves.  They went down into the kitchen where Joe was waiting.  His face brightened as he came to meet her, love shining frankly forth.

“Now get up those skirts, Lottie,” he commanded.  “Haven’t any time to waste.  There, that’ll do.  You see, you only want the bottoms of the pants to show.  The coat will cover the rest.  Now let’s see how it’ll fit.

“Borrowed it from Chris; he’s a dead sporty sport—­little, but oh, my!” he went on, helping Genevieve into an overcoat which fell to her heels and which fitted her as a tailor-made overcoat should fit the man for whom it is made.

Joe put a cap on her head and turned up the collar, which was generous to exaggeration, meeting the cap and completely hiding her hair.  When he buttoned the collar in front, its points served to cover the cheeks, chin and mouth were buried in its depths, and a close scrutiny revealed only shadowy eyes and a little less shadowy nose.  She walked across the room, the bottom of the trousers just showing as the bang of the coat was disturbed by movement.

“A sport with a cold and afraid of catching more, all right all right,” the boy laughed, proudly surveying his handiwork.  “How much money you got?  I’m layin’ ten to six.  Will you take the short end?”

“Who’s short?” she asked.

“Ponta, of course,” Lottie blurted out her hurt, as though there could be any question of it even for an instant.

“Of course,” Genevieve said sweetly, “only I don’t know much about such things.”

This time Lottie kept her lips together, but the new hurt showed on her face.  Joe looked at his watch and said it was time to go.  His sister’s arms went about his neck, and she kissed him soundly on the lips.  She kissed Genevieve, too, and saw them to the gate, one arm of her brother about her waist.

“What does ten to six mean?” Genevieve asked, the while their footfalls rang out on the frosty air.

“That I’m the long end, the favorite,” he answered.  “That a man bets ten dollars at the ring side that I win against six dollars another man is betting that I lose.”

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