Later in the day Stoell accosted Brent as he stood drinking alone at the bar. "They romped right up your middle, didn't they, the last week or so?"
Brent nodded: "They cleaned me out. I played them too high for the cards I was holding."
"What you figuring on doing now?"
"Going to hit out and locate another claim when this storm lets up."
"You've got a long trip ahead. Everything's staked."
"So they say, but I guess I'll find something, somewhere."
"Why don't you take an inside job this winter. Hell of a lot of grief out there in the snow with only a tent and a bunch of huskies."
"What kind of a job?"
"I'm figuring on starting up a new layout—faro. How'd you like to deal? Just till spring when the weather lets up a little. You can't tell what you're staking under ten foot of snow anyhow."
"I never dealt faro."