Dickinson leaned forward and put his forefinger unsteadily down beside a stack of bills on the line. The change man reached over, counted it and put a like amount beside it.
“Drag fifty, Dick,” he said. “Hundred-dollar limit.”
Dickinson said thickly: — “Bet it all.”
The change man smiled patiently, picked up a fifty-dollar bill and tossed it on the table nearer Dickinson.
A small, pimpled old man at the end of the table caught the dice as they were thrown to him, put them into the black leather box, breathed into it devoutly, rolled.
Kells elbowed closer to the table.
“Eleven — the winner...”
Dickinson stared disgustedly at the change man as a hundred dollars in tens and twenties was counted out, lain down beside his line bet. The change man said: “Drag a C, Dick.”
“Bet it!” Dickinson said angrily.
Kells looked at the change man. He said: “Can you raise the limit if I cover it behind the line?”