Winterbottom, being called, showed his three sevens.
“That’s good,” said the sheriff, showing his kings, and they all looked at Stumpy.
“Sure, Oi don’t know,” he said, drolly, “but Oi do be thinkin’ maybe Oi’ll bate thim others,” and he turned his cards over one at a time.
The first four were diamonds, and he looked at Winterbottom.
“Have yez anny propositions?” he asked, with a grin.
“I reckon not,” said Winterbottom.
“Oi thought maybe ye’d be afther wantin’ to shplit th’ pot. Sure, thim diamonds is mighty pretty.”
“Go on,” said Jake, impatiently.
“Oh! Very well,” said Stumpy, and he turned another diamond.
It gave him nearly sixteen dollars as against the ten he had put in, and after counting it carefully he said he guessed he’d quit.