"I tak' dis pot," he said.
Monte looked his cards over. Then he looked at Pede. He knew the Mexican.
"You oughter be shot!" he said. And he threw his cards down, turning to Frank.
"You ain't got a ghost of a show agin' that greaser, youngster," he averred.
"Well, as long as my money lasts I'll stay with him," smiled Merry.
He did. Having thrust the last of his money into the pot, he finally called.
Pede spread out his three queens, smiling with crafty triumph.
"You no fool me," he said. "My t'ree bigger dan your t'ree. I tak' da mon'."
"Wait a minute," said Merry. "I happen to have more than threes here."
And he displayed his full hand, coolly raking the money over to his side of the blanket.