He did not finish, but the other men knew what he meant. Roy had incurred the enmity of some dangerous characters, and it behooved him to be on the lookout.
The boy had not been in his seat many minutes before an elderly gentleman, the one who had been describing the various scenes of interest, came up to him.
"Did I see you playing some game with those men just now?" he asked.
"They were showing me a game," answered Roy. "They said they wanted to test my quick eyesight."
"What was it?"
"It was a game with three shells and a small ball."
"I thought so. My boy, do you know what that game is called?"
"No, sir, but I didn't care to play it the way they wanted me to. They wanted me to bet money."
"And you refused?"
"I sure did."