"But supposin' yore I O U ain't good?"
"Then this is good," said Kid Wolf.
The gambler stared. The Texan had placed a .45 on the table near his right hand. And it had been done so quickly that the onlookers exchanged glances. Who was this hombre?
"All right," growled the man in the green eye shade.
Kid Wolf wrote something with a pencil stub on a bit of paper. When finished, he tossed it to the center of the gold pile, carefully folded.
"That calls yo'," he said coolly. "What have yo'?"
Nervously, the gambler spread his hand face up on the table. His hands were shaking more than ever.
"A king full," he jerked out, wetting his lips.
Three kings and a pair of tens—a very good layout in a two-handed game with a huge pot at stake!
"Beats me," said The Kid. "I congratulate yo'."