"Faro Nell shakes her head when Cherokee mentions this last:
"'That's his throw-off,' she says.
"One evenin' Dead Shot comes trailin' into 25 the Red Light, an' strolls over to whar Cherokee's dealin' bank.
"'What's the limit?' he asks.
"At this, we-all looks up a whole lot. It's the first time ever Dead Shot talks of puttin' down a bet.
"Cherokee's face is like a mask, the face of the thorough-paced kyard sharp. He shows no more astonishment than if Dead Shot's been settin' in ag'inst his game every evenin' for a month.
"'One hundred an' two hundred,' says Cherokee.
"'Bueno!' an' Dead Shot lays down two one-hundred dollar bills between the king and queen.
"Thar's two turns. The third the kyards falls 'ten-king,' an' Nell, from her place on the lookout's stool, shoves over two hundred dollars in bloo checks. Thar they are, with the two one-hundred dollar bills, between the king an' queen.
"'Does it go as it lays?' asks Dead Shot, it bein' double the limit.