“It makes you a heap of a winner,” was Gopher Gabe’s dry comment.
“It’s a fact that the winnings seem to come my way with astonishing regularity. But what would you? Shall I refuse to win, when I can? I play for money, you know—not for my health. The other gentlemen are doing the same; so if they lose it’s their lookout.”
“Cards and minin’ ain’t your only line, I take it?” said Gopher Gabe, with a wink.
“Idt is vhat brought us up here—ower obinion that you had somet’ing else up your sleeve,” White-eyed Moses added.
“Several times, and in various ways,” said the saloon keeper, “you have given us to understand that.”
Uncle Sam winked back at Gopher Gabe.
“It may be so,” he admitted.
“You know what we are drifting at?” said White-eyed Moses.
“Usually, I’m a good guesser, gentlemen!”