THE NEW GAME
demanding their pennies. Certainly it was not Jumble who had caught the mechanical hare.
A hunted look was coming over Douglas's face.
" I can't help it," he was saying. " I haven't got any. Well, it's your own faults. You shouldn't have all betted on the same dog. If half of you'd betted on one and half on the other then I'd have had money to give half of you from the other half. I don't care. It's not my fault. I can't help it, I tell you. I haven't got any."
" You promised us a penny if he won," growled the patrons.
" Well, he din't win. Neither of them won."
" He did win. He got hold of the mouse, anyway, an' that's winnin.' "
" We want our pennies."
" You promised us pennies."
They grew more and more turbulent till finally Douglas, like so many others of his profession before and since, took to his heels pursued by an indignant crowd.
William stood looking down at the ruins of his mechanical hare. The greyhounds still sported joyously about in and out of the trees.
"Well," said William disgustedly, "it's all been a rotten sort of show, hasn't it ? "
" It was all your idea," Ginger reminded him once more.
" It was a jolly good idea," said William indignantly. " Fancy blamin' me because these two dogs haven't any sense! Where's Douglas ? "
He's running away," explained Henry morosely. " They're all after him for their pennies." He turned to William. " That's all your fault, too. I don't believe you know anythin' about bettin'."
"It's them what don't know anythin' about bettin'," said William defending himself spiritedly. " Fancy them all bettin' on the same dog. Stands to reason