You know he did. I reckon you was
_there!_"
"Should say I _was_ there! He played mighty well--"
"Like a goat," reiterated the fat man firmly.
"Nothing of the sort. You had a run of hands, that was all. Nobody can
go against the kind of luck you had that night; and you took it away
from Sneyd and me in rolls. But we'll land you pretty soon, won't we,
ole Sneydie?"
"We sh'll have a shawt at him, at least," said the Englishman.
"Perhaps he won't want us to try," young Cooley pursued derisively.
"Perhaps he thinks I play like a goat, too!"
Mr. Pedlow threw back his head and roared. "Give me somep'n easy! You
don't know no more how to play a hand of cards than a giraffe does. I'll
throw in all of my Blue Gulch gold-stock--and it's worth eight hundred
thousand dollars if it's worth a cent--I'll put it up against that tin
automobile of yours, divide chips even and play you freeze-out for it.
You play cards? Go learn hop-scotch!"
"You wait!" exclaimed the other indignantly. "Next time we play we'll
make you look so small you'll think you're back in Congress!"
At this Mr.
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