"James, how were you riz?"
"Ah—I beg your pardon?"
"Rizzed? Brought up?"
"Why, just like most fellows, I guess."
"Were you raised in the fear of the Lord?"
"I guess so. Yes, of course."
"An' yet you risk yer immortal soul for a game of cards!"
Jim stared.
"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "I was brought up in what I suppose you call the fear of the Lord, but what have cards to do with it? I was taught not to lie, not to let down another fellow, not to cheat, never to fight a smaller man than myself, or hit a man when he's down. I was also brought up to respect my elders—but I really must ask you to mind your own business, Mr. Hammond."
"Hah!" exclaimed Hammond, twitching with astonishment. "What's that you said?"