He reached for the doorknob, "I'd lay a thousand credits against
_that_," he said. He began to leave.
"Wait a minute, buddy," I snapped. "Are you just sounding off or have
you got a thousand credits you don't care what happens to?"
He turned and faced me. "I am willing to wager a thousand credits that
you can't capture a zloor."
"How big are they?"
"About the size of a rabbit."