Lure of the Chase

"I always could." He put his hand into his pocket and came out with a roll of notes. "I went to the bank this morning. I have a thousand pounds of Liam’s money and I’ll add a thousand of my own that says you can’t beat me across country today." "So we are getting uppity are we?" "Call it what you like, I’m just putting my money where my mouth is." "OK, Yank," Dolan said with emphasis, "If you want to lose your money, that suits me. You’re on. I’ll take your bet and anyone else who says I can’t be ahead of you at the end of the day."
"I’ll take a flutter on the young American seeing as he is a friend of my son in Boston," Hennessy said, passing over a red bill. "Taken," said Dolan as he put the note into his pocket. "Oh, by the way Rourke, the bay your man is riding now belongs to me," he added. Glenn’s heart gave a jump as adrenaline shot into his system. "What d’yer mean?" asked Liam. "I saw the way he went the other day and I liked him. So I asked
around and found out he belonged to young O’Cadhain, who’s off to Australia." "Yes, and I have first refusal on him." "That’s what you think." "What do you mean?" Liam demanded. "Money talks. I asked him what your offer was and paid more. He’s now mine." "Bullshit." "You think so? Give him a call."