He shuffled the pack, laid it on the table and brought his fist down upon it with considerable force.
"Lere um go!" he exclaimed. "Me bettee you hundled dollee you gottee um jack of hearts in you bootleg, so be!"
"What!" cried Roche, as he looked down at his feet. "Do you mean that, you heathen?"
"Me allee samee meanee," was the reply. "Me wantee givee you chancee to gittee square, so be."
The villain had a hundred dollars out in a hurry.
"There you are!" he exclaimed. "Cover that!"
"Me covee allee samee pletty quickee, so be."
Hop did cover it, too; and then, folding his arms, he looked at Roche and remained silent for a moment.
"Search me, somebody," said the latter, looking around. "Here, Sam! He bet that the jack of hearts was in my bootleg again. You look and see."
"All right, Cap," answered the miner.