“Think? Why, Lord bless you, I don’t think nothin’ about it; I know I could!”
“Well, suppose you try it once, just for fun.”
Johnson threw down the cards, and, sure enough, the Titusville man picked out the queen.
“You wouldn’t want to bet five dollars that you could do it again, would you?” observed Hank, playing with the pasteboards in an unconcerned manner.
“Wouldn’t I, now?” said the fish-dealer. “You jest believe I would!”
So saying, he pulled out five dollars, planked it down, and for the second time turned the queen.
All this time Ben had been watching the game, and now the Titusviller turned to him and whispered:
“Why, Lord bless you, I can pick out that kerd every time. Don’t you see it’s got a mark on it?”
Sure enough, the queen did have a mark on the back, and the only wonder was that Johnson hadn’t discovered it. Probably he would if he hadn’t made the mark himself.
