Dickinson said: “Better lay off — I’m right...”
“Get down on the bill.” Kells smiled faintly, narrowly.
“Damned if I won’t.” Dickinson counted his money on the table and the money in his hand: “Four hundred, six, eight, nine, a thousand, thousand one hundred an’ thirty. Tap me.
The tall young man said: “Hurry up, gentlemen — you’re holding up the game.”
Several men wandered over from the other table. The little man holding the dice box said:
“Jesus! I don’t want...”
Kells was counting out the additional hundred and thirty dollars.
Dickinson said: “Roll.”
“Eleven — the winner.”
The change man picked up Kells’ money, cut off a twenty for the house, threw the rest down in front of Dickinson.