The game was played more carefully by Pistols than those who saw him believed possible, for he was cautious in all he did and leered maliciously at Buffalo Bill when he gained a point. At last he seemed to brighten up and said:
“A hundred on my hand, Buffalo Bill.”
“Mine is worth twice that sum.”
“I’ll add that more to mine.”
“So will I,” was the quiet response.
“I calls yer.”
“Four aces,” and Buffalo Bill laid the cards upon the table.
“Durn yer,” said the miner without showing his hand, and the scout pocketed the money.
That Pistols felt his loss was evident to all, for his face grew darker and an uglier look came into his eyes.
“Well, how much is your hand worth, Mister Pistols?” asked the scout, when the climax of the second game came around.