He rose from his place and Cy Liskard dropped into it. Then he made his way through the smiling crowd.
“Fifteen hundred dollars for six hands leaves me at peace with the world,” he said, as he approached McLagan and the banker. “Ain’t that so, Mac?” he asked, with a wink.
He stood for a moment looking back at the table, and his smile of self-satisfaction suddenly faded out of his eyes.
“I’m kind of sorry I fell for it, though,” he said, lowering his voice. “That guy’s haf soused, and I’ve let him into her table.”
“Maybe it’s just as well you did, Soo.”
Soo Tybert stared at McLagan wonderingly. He was a burly youngster, partner in a dry goods store, and hailed from his father’s wholesale house in Seattle.
“How so?” he asked.
McLagan shrugged.
“He meant cutting in, anyway.”
Burns smiled.