"No, I lose," answered Rimrock honestly. "Ike Bray, he gave me this to eat on."
He showed the fifty-cent piece and sat down at a table whereat Woo Chong began to giggle hysterically.
"Aw! Allee time foolee me," he grinned facetiously. "You no see me the'? Me playum, too. Win ten dolla', you bet!"
"Well, all right, Woo," said Rimrock. "Just give me something to eat—we won't quarrel about who won."
He leaned back in his chair and Woo Chong said no more till he appeared again with a T-bone steak.
"You ketchum mine, pletty soon?" he questioned anxiously. "All lite, me come back and cook."
Rimrock sighed and went to eating and Woo remembered the coffee, but somehow even that failed to cheer.
A shadow of doubt came across Woo's watchful face and he hurried away for more bread.
"You no bleakum bank?" he enquired at last and Rimrock shook his head.
"No, Woo," he said, "Ike Bray, he came down and win all my money back."