"Eferything on der lefel shall pe," assured the saloon-keeper, pulling at his long pipe.
O'Grady was likewise smoking, and his pipe contrasted ludicrously with that of Schlitzenheimer.
When the cards were dealt, it fell the dog's turn to meld first. Frank spread out the cards and held them in front of Boxer's nose.
"I will meld one hundred aces," said the dog. "Put 'em down, Frank."
Merry did so.
"Sixty queens," called Boxer, and Merry spread them out.
"Lally ka lolly loka!" chattered Sing Lee, or something like that; whereupon Boxer seemed to fix the Chinaman with a scornful stare, and observed:
"You ought to take something for that. It must be painful."
"Gleatee Sklot!" gasped the Celestial. "Dogee hab a debbil!" And he backed away.