Hardly had he spoken when he found himself covered by half a dozen pistols, some small and some extra large. He began to tremble, thinking he was to be shot down on the spot.
"Now take it off an' be quick about it," went on Maybe Dixon. "I'll count ten. One, two, three, four, five——"
"Wait, I'll take it off!" burst out the gambler, and began to take off the coat with care. Seeing this, an old miner pulled the garment from him, and out of the sleeve dropped a playing card.
"The four of clubs!" cried Maybe Dixon. "Boys, look through that pack we were playing with."
Three men did so, sorting out the cards as they went along. Soon came another excited cry:
"Here are two queen of hearts!"
"The card he brought from his pocket!"
"He is a swindler of the worst sort!"
"He must have cheated me!"
"And me too!"