"Take eleven ounces out of that!" ordered Lucky Jim coldly.
Pinleg Scoddy started at the size of the poke, and guessed at its value to within five ounces. He pushed it back toward its owner.
"Aw, forget that," he cried, "and have a little drink on the house."
"Take eleven ounces of dust out of that poke!" repeated Lucky Jim.
This time there was no temporizing. With a face as red as a split beet, Pinleg Scoddy weighed out what was coming to him and returned the poke to Lucky Jim.
The latter tucked the poke under his arm and turned to the crowd.
"Boys," he cried, "I'm going up to the Nugget hotel to raise the roof. I need all the help I can get. Come along!"
A minute later the Red Fox bar was empty.
A PINKERTON novelette in our next number