"Allee light," was the reply; "me velly muchee lucky Chinee, so be."
Then Hop picked up the little cubes and appeared to be examining them closely.
But he was doing something else, too.
He had three dice of his own, and when he rattled the box preparatory to making his throw they were the ones in it.
Hop's dice were not straight dice.
They had only fives and sixes stamped on them, so no matter how they were rolled less than fifteen could not come up.
Though the dice were not exactly the size of those furnished by Hoker, it would be hard to tell the difference, unless one made a close examination of them.
Hop rolled out the dice and two sixes and a five showed up.
"Lat velly goodee thlow, so be," he observed, and then he picked up the dice and dropped the regular ones in the box.
"I reckon it is," answered the saloon keeper. "Come on, boys. It's on me. I lost, but I made him throw big to beat me."