A collective gasp came from the small crowd. The second little wheel stopped. Bell Fruit.
Another gasp.
Sartan touched the arm of the man operating the gambling device. "I beg your pardon, but could you please tell me—"
The big man wheeled around like a bear aroused from hibernation. "Hands off, mister! You trying to jinx me?"
The third little wheel stopped. Lemon.
The crowd groaned. The big man turned on Sartan again, a wild and furious look in his eye. "You jinxed me! Damn you, I oughta' bust you one right in the snout!!"
"My humble apol-o-gies, sir," the bewildered Sartan began.
"I'll give you your humble apologies right back with my fist," roared the gambler.
Toryl quickly made his way through the small crowd which by now was itching to witness a fight. "Ex-cuse me, sir, but my friend did not real-ize—"
"The hell he didn't!" The gambler fumed. "He was trying to jinx me, by God! And I'm gonna teach him to keep his paws—"