“You no take little drink?” asked Crowfoot. “Then old Joe he have to drink-um it all. Grandson, Wind-that-roars-in-the-night, he think old Joe jigged up now. He lock old Joe in room so he get no more joy juice. Waugh! Shangowah have bottle hid under blanket. Grandson no know it.”
“He’s a sly old duck,” grinned Gentle Willie. “Really he’s a most amusing specimen.”
“But he’s interfering with the game,” complained Clinker.
“No interfere,” said Crowfoot. “Play some—take hand.”
“You don’t know anything about draw poker,” said South-paw.
“Not much,” agreed the Indian. “Mebbe play little bit.”
“Why, you haven’t got any money,” sneered Buzzsaw.
“Guess some more,” invited the ancient chief, as he promptly dug up a fistful of clinking coins. “Got heap much cash. Make heap good haul on prize fight in Reno.”
Gentle Willie laughed aloud.
“Well, now, what do you know about that! Here’s an Injun loaded down with real money.”