"I don't care," said Fraser. "I'm a great hand with th' dumb ones. I'm doin' wonders with Squint."
"Shore," grunted Squint. "He owes me so much money I got to do what he says. Here comes Tom, now. He's some touchy this mornin'. Must 'a had a session with them poker deacons last night."
"He holds 'em too long," chuckled Fraser. "He figgers that if three little deuces are worth a dollar, why two aces an' two kings is worth a hull lot more."
"Does sound reasonable," said Squint, "three deuces makin' only six, an' th' others makin'—a king is thirteen—twenty-six, an' two more is twenty-eight. That the way you been figgerin' all these years, Tom?"
Big Tom smiled. "Howd'y, Nelson. What brings you down here so early?"
"Curiosity, mostly," answered Johnny. "That an' not havin' nothin' to do. An' I'm grievin' about them two dollars Dailey took away from me last night."
"Nobody that wiggles away from Dailey an' only leaves two dollars behind can associate with me steady," objected Fraser. "I got my rights."
"Mebby we'll see him get two more tonight," said Squint. "We're ridin' in with money in our pockets."
"An' you'll travel light returnin'," said Big Tom.