"That's right," said Boxer. "I like you a long distance off, the longer the distance the better I like you."
"Pay attention to the game," said Frank. "Are you going to meld anything else?"
"Forty trumps, twenty spades, and twenty hearts," said Boxer.
"Dunder!" muttered Schlitzenheimer, and his hands trembled so that he dropped some of the cards.
"Get a basket," snickered the dog; and the crowd laughed loudly at the saloon-keeper's expense.
When all the melding was finished they prepared to play.
"I'll lead the ace of trumps," said Boxer.
Frank ran the cards over.
"It's here," he said. "But I didn't see it."
"What's the matter with your eyes?" snapped the[Pg 220] dog. "Didn't I meld one hundred aces? You ought to learn something about this game!"