“I’ll stick,” said blue jacket, pushing in a match on his side of the table. He studied his hand. “Gimme three cards.”
“I’ll bet a couple,” said Ike, pushing some more matches into the center of the table.
“I’ll see you,” said blue jacket, “an’ raise you one.”
Scoop snickered.
“Here’s where we raise one. Get hold of the bag, fellows. Atta-boy! When I say ‘three,’ drop the pig into the window. I’ll loosen the gag so that he’ll be able to give them some nice sweet music.” [[104]]
“I wish we could drop the pig on top of Bid Stricker,” giggled Peg.
“Maybe we can,” laughed Scoop. “For smarty’s sitting almost directly under the window.”
Well, we hoisted the porker into the air, dumping it into the room at Scoop’s signal. It gave an awful squeal as it landed on the floor. I guess the poker players were almost scared out of their wits.
“Holy cow!” roared blue jacket. “It’s a pig.”
There was a sound of tumbling chairs and the scurry of feet.