“No.” Sleed shook his head slowly and leaned closer to Loper. “Do yuh know anythin’ about that shell game?”
“Only that it can’t be beat.”
“Of course it can’t,” admitted Sleed hoarsely. “That pea ain’t under either shell. Suppose that you bet a lot of money on the pea bein’ under one of them shells, and it wasn’t there, and yuh grabbed the other one and found it empty?” Sleed grinned wolfishly. “What would yuh do, Loper?”
“That’s it, eh?” grunted Loper. “I reckon I’d take my money back.”
“Which might start trouble.”
“Thasall right,” grunted Loper. “I’d be lookin’ for trouble.”
Sleed got to his feet and jerked his head toward the bar, as an invitation to have a drink.
“Let this man set up his game tonight, if he wants to. I reckon you know what to do, Loper.”
Loper nodded. “Uh-huh. But have somebody watchin’ this other feller, Sleed; he’s dangerous, y’betcha.”
“Some of the boys will take care of him. Maybe I’ll watch him myself.”