Old Rance slowly reached in his pocket and took out the ace of spades.
“The ace of spades is a fav’rite card of mine,” he said slowly. “And I don’t like to have folks use it ag’in’ me. What are yuh goin’ to eat, Chuckwalla?”
The old cook lifted his eyes from the ace of spades and looked at the bland-faced Chinaman, who was waiting to take their order.
“Got any crow, Charley?”
“Clow?” The Chinaman blinked.
“Big, black bird, Charley.”
“Oh, yessa; I sabe clow. Me no got. You like clow?”
“Sometimes I have t’ eat it, Charley. Better bring me some ham and aigs.”
CHAPTER V—FATHER AND SON
In the meantime Chuck Ring and Scotty McKay had gone to the Eagle, where they learned that Angel had won twenty-five hundred dollars from old Rance McCoy.