bet?"

"I'm betting a dollar you didn't draw the plans for this dam."

Bill Conway flipped his dollar over to his guest.

"I'm betting two dollars!"

Conway took two silver dollars from his vest pocket and laid them on
the table. "And the bet?" he queried.

"I'm betting two dollars the plans were drawn by an engineer in Los
Angeles."

"Some days I can't lay up a cent," the old contractor complained, and
parted with his two dollars.

"I'm betting four dollars!" Farrel challenged.

"See your four dollars," Conway retorted and covered the bet.

"I'm betting that those plans were drawn by the engineer of the South
Coast Power Corporation."

"Death loves a shining mark, Michael, my boy. Hand over that four
dollars."

Farrel produced a five dollar bill. "I'm betting five dollars," he
challenged again.