“Green has just been here and reported,” nodded Nick. “Godard is located at his shore house. I know the place and how to get there. He is dealing a game there on the quiet, and I have several reasons for thinking that he is nearly on his last legs, financially.”
“In which case, Nick, he will take any desperate chances to recover, eh?”
“That’s the idea, Chick, and it’s what I have been working for. Have you said anything to his niece about the cattle-dealer?”
“Sure thing,” nodded Chick. “I have laid that wire all right, you may wager. I showed her a telegram yesterday, which I claimed to have received from my Dakota uncle, stating that he would join me here Tuesday.”
“That’s to-morrow.”
“I told her that he is coming on merely for pleasure, and have impressed her with the idea that he is the highest kind of a high-roller. She wanted to know if he ever played faro, and I told her he was a regular fiend at it, and that I had seen him sit to lose a hundred thousand at a crack.”
“Very good,” laughed Nick. “That certainly ought to be strong enough. What did she say to that?”
“She said she knew a house where he could make a play,” grinned Chick.
“Oh, ho! that looks promising enough,” laughed Nick.
“I told her that would suit him to the letter, and that he would be glad to give any square faro-game a play,” added Chick. “She said she would fix it for us after he arrived.”