"Gimme room heah 'cause ah kicks!" He did too. Raising his left foot he stamped the floor with it, kicking backward viciously at the same time with the other. He caught a Negro on the shins, which made that worthy angry with pain, whereupon he turned, and let the other have a good one in the usual place. For a time the game was threatened with a fight; but Murphy, who appeared to understand them quite well, interfered with success.
"T-click-i-lick-i-lick, 'ah, seben ah 'leben!'"
"Throwed craps!"
"Ya-ha! Makin' all da fuss 'n' lose d' fus' shot!"
"Dem dice 's crooket," he muttered.
"Yuz a liah," cried one of the winners, as if afraid they were, and he would not get his bet.
"Yuse a cheap nigga," said Moore. "Stand aside."
Next came a little Negro, with a nose that began at the ears, and peepy eyes which observed the dice suspiciously. He was displeased with the looks of them, evidently. They were a large white pair, and which, so 'tis said, can be loaded. He threw them across the table without making his bet, saying: "Ah gotta paih mah own," and produced from his pocket, a pair of huge celluloid ones, that were beautiful in the electric light.
"Haf t' use the house's dice, cain't substitute," advised Moore, judiciously.
"Why caint ah, I'd lak t' know. Why caint ah!" he exclaimed, beginning to perspire.