"Play some more. You play beautiful," he assured her with heavy gravity.
"I'm tired of—but, say: Can you play poker?" she asked, eagerly.
"Why, shore; who can't?"
"Well, I can't, for one. I want to learn, so I can win my money back from Jim. He taught me, but all I had time to learn was how to lose."
Sammy regarded her in puzzled surprise and gradually the idea became plain. "Did he teach you, an' win money from you? Did he keep it?" he finally blurted, his face flushed a deeper red from anger.
She nodded. "Why, yes; why?"
He looked around for his sombrero, muttering savagely.
"Where you goin'?" she asked in surprise.
"To get it back. He ain't goin' to keep it, th' coyote!"
"Why, he won't give it back to you if he would n't to me. Anyhow, he won it."