He lay down four aces!
“Crooked work!” snarled Stover fiercely. “I discarded an ace myself.”
“Oh, you make little mistake,” protested old Joe. “You no have ace.”
“Wait! Don’t you touch that pot!” cried Buzzsaw, as he grabbed the discards and turned them. “Look—look at this! Here’s the ace I discarded.”
He picked the ace of diamonds out of the discards.
“Ugh!” gurgled old Joe. “Heap funny. Lemme see. Lemme look at back of that card.”
Stover turned it over.
“Waugh!” exploded Shangowah, pointing a soiled finger at the pasteboard. “That no belong in pack. Back of that card not like others.”
It was true, and before their eyes Crowfoot turned his own cards, revealing that they belonged to the pack with which they were playing.
“You try to soak-um me,” he sneered. “You slip ’nother card in pack so you can make bluff old Joe cheat.”