“You ort to deal, Rance,” said Chuckwalla.
Angel looked quickly at the old cook.
“Where do you come in on this?” he demanded.
“Jist the same, I think he ort to deal.”
“Oh, all right.”
Angel shoved the deck over to old Rance, who shuffled them carefully, and dealt himself a count of sixteen.
“You draw first,” said Angel. “You’re playin’ against the house.”
“I’m set. How many do yuh need.”
“I pay eighteen,” said Angel hoarsely, indicating that he had seventeen.
Old Rance shook his head sadly and turned away from the table. Angel smiled and looked for the deck of cards, as he picked up the money, but the deck had disappeared. The only cards on the table were the two two-card hands, with only old Rance’s two face-up.