"Tut, tut! It was all my own little jaunt, Wallace. I should hate to lie to you about it."
"What about the stake I gave you?"
Ryanne made a sign of dealing cards.
"Threw it away on a lot of dubs, after all I've taught you!"
"Cards aren't my forte."
"There's a yellow streak in your hide, somewhere, Horace."
"There is, but it is the tiger's stripe, my friend. What I did with my money is my own business."
"Will she allow for that?"
"Would it matter one way or the other?"