“What kind of a lay-out is this?” inquired Orde.
The dealer held up the three cards face out.
“What kind of an eye have you got, bub?” he asked.
“Oh, I don't know. A pretty fair eye. Why?”
“Do you think you could pick out the jack when I throw them out like this?” asked the dealer.
“Sure! She's that one.”
“Well,” exclaimed the gambler with a pretence of disgust, “damn if you didn't! I bet you five dollars you can't do it again.”
“Take you!” replied Orde. “Put up your five.”
Again Orde was permitted to pick the jack.
“You've got the best eye that's been in this place since I got here,” claimed the dealer admiringly. “Here, Dennis,” said he to his partner, “try if you can fool this fellow.”