The doctor had nothing to add to this, and no comment to append. The man on the box put on his hat, with a corner of handkerchief dangling from it over his ear.
“You live here?” he inquired.
“Yes; right now I do,” the doctor replied.
“Well, do you know anything about a long, lean, one-eyed man that runs a dice-game over there in that tent?”
“I’ve heard of him,” said the doctor.
“Well, he skinned me out of two hundred dollars a little while ago, blast his gizzard!”
“You’re not the first one, and it’s not likely that you’ll be the last,” the doctor assured him, drawing a little nearer and studying the victim from beneath his hanging hat-brim.
“No; maybe not,” snapped the other. “But I’ll even up with him before I go away from here.”
“Would you be willing to risk ten dollars more on a chance to get it back?” asked the doctor.
“Show me the man who can tell me how to do it, and watch me,” bristled the victim.