"If I can make it."
"You're the kind that wins," acknowledged Ike. "Got any coin, now?"
"Suppose I have?"
Ike's weazel-like eyes glowed.
"Suppose you have? Then I can steer you up against a real investment of the A 1 class."
Ralph looked quizzically incredulous.
"I can," persisted Ike Slump. "You want to get in here to work, don't you? Well, you can't make it."
"Why can't I?"
"Without my help—I can give you that help. You give me a dollar, and I'll give you a tip."
"What kind of a tip?"
"About a vacancy."
"Is there going to be one?"
"There is, I can tell you when, and I can give you first chance on the game, and deliver the goods."
Ralph was interested.
"If you are telling the truth," he said finally, "I'd risk half a dollar."
Ralph took out the coin. A sight of it settled the matter for Ike.
He reached for it eagerly.
"All right, I'm the vacancy. You watch around, for soon as I get my pay to-morrow I'm
