“Will you lend me some money, Ned?” asked Shultz.
“Sure,” was the answer. “How much do you want?”
“Well, let me have two dollars’ worth of chips. I may want more.”
“You’re pretty sure, aren’t you?” said Hooker. “You must think you’ve got this pot cinched.”
“My chips talk,” said Shultz.
“Well, mine talk, too,” snapped Roy.
They made several bets.
“You must have a big hand,” muttered Hooker. “Well, so have I.”
“Oh, go as far as you like,” sneered Shultz. “You can bet all night if you wish, and I’ll stick by as long as I can get any chips.”
“What have you got?”