“I'd like to play casino with you,” he said.
“What do you know about it?”
“Not much, but I'm willing to learn.”
“Well, I'm not teaching for pennies to-night.”
“Oh, that's all right,” Grief answered. “I'll play for almost any sum—within reason, of course.”
Deacon proceeded to dispose of this intruder with one stroke.
“I'll play you a hundred pounds a game, if that will do you any good.”
Grief beamed his delight. “That will be all right, very right. Let us begin. Do you count sweeps?”
Deacon was taken aback. He had not expected a Goboton trader to be anything but crushed by such a proposition.
“Do you count sweeps?” Grief repeated.