“That ain't supposed to be safe, is it?”
“Guess we're all goin' to find out in a few minutes.”
“Been trouble between 'em?”
“They've not met before. Trampas don't enjoy losin' to a stranger.”
“Fello's from Arizona, yu' say?”
“No. Virginia. He's recently back from havin' a look at Arizona. Went down there last year for a change. Works for the Sunk Creek outfit.” And then the dealer lowered his voice still further and said something in the other man's ear, causing him to grin. After which both of them looked at me.
There had been silence over in the corner; but now the man Trampas spoke again.
“AND ten,” said he, sliding out some chips from before him. Very strange it was to hear him, how he contrived to make those words a personal taunt. The Virginian was looking at his cards. He might have been deaf.
“AND twenty,” said the next player, easily.
The next threw his cards down.