"So am I," said the other miner. "Don't think I am going to play any more," he added, as he arose from the bench on which he was sitting.
"Give you a chance to win your money back if you say so," said Morgan Fitzsimmons, carelessly.
"Another time," said the miner, and then he moved away, followed by his companion. Morgan Fitzsimmons took the money lying on the table and put it in his pocket.
"Have something with me," he said, to the man who was keeping the bar.
"I will and I'll have more," said the other individual, coolly.
"How much more?"
"I get twenty-five per cent. of a straight game."
"That's a pretty steep rake-off."
"And I get fifty per cent. of a crooked game," said the man who ran the establishment.
"What do you mean by that?"