"And not too far."
"Very well. And now?"
"We'll talk later. Go straight on, George, to the clump of trees beyond the end of the street. And ride straight. No dodging!"
"It was a good hand you played," continued Donnegan; taking note that of the many people who were now passing them none paid the slightest attention to two men riding on one horse and chatting together as they rode. "It was a good hand, but a bad deal. Your thumb slipped on the card, eh?"
"You saw, eh?" muttered the other.
"And two of the others saw it. But they weren't sure till afterward."
"I know. The blockheads! But I spoiled their game for them. Are you one of us, pal?"
But Donnegan smiled to himself. For once at least the appeal of gambler to gambler should fail.
"Keep straight on," he said. "We'll talk later on."