And I believed that I myself knew which card was the ace.
“You hear me, and there’s my dollar.” He coolly waited.
“Not yours; ours. Will you make it five?”
“One is my limit on this throw. You named it.”
“Oho!” With a dart of hand she had turned up the middle card, exposing the ace spot, as I had anticipated. She swept the two dollars to her.
“Adios,” she bade.
He smiled, indulgent.
“So soon? Don’t I get my revenge? You, sir.” And he appealed to me. “You see how easy it is. I’ll throw you a turn for a dollar, two dollars, five dollars—anything to combine business and pleasure. 117 Whether I win or lose I don’t care. You’ll follow the lead of the lady? What?”
I was on fire to accept, but she stayed me.
“Not now. I’m showing him around, Bob. You’ll get your revenge later. Good-bye. I’ve drummed up trade for you.”