"Shoot it all!"
"Fate dis nickel," begged a loser, with a whimper.
"Trow it out d' windu' shine!"
"Now watch dis 'leben!" cried the guy with the luck.
"Aw, Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy, jes' look ut dat nigga agin!"
"Nigga, dem dice yu' shootin' uz sho God crooket!"
"Shoot it all!" Five dollars was the size of the pot now. It was like five hundred to the eyes that now saw it.
"Whu, whu, whu!" He blew on them; while with murder in their eyes, the losers watched.
"I'll take it," said Glenview calmly. He placed a five dollar bill over the amount that lay upon the table. Several had now gone broke, while others declared silently, that he was a hoo-doo, and feared to risk him. Several little bets were made on the side, but no one was willing to risk much against such luck as he had displayed.
"Now, Anne Jane, bring home du' bacin!" he cried, as he let them bounce on the table. It seemed an age to the lookers before they stopped somewhat to the far side. A six and a five. Eleven. He had won again. There was no comment now. Every one was silent, and surveyed him, as if he were the clouds.