“Let’s make it worth while,” said old Rance.
“Here’s five hundred.”
Angel watched the old man win the bet. The dealer’s eyes flashed quickly around the crowd, and he saw Angel.
“Let it ride,” said the old man. “Why don’t some of yuh buy into this game? I don’t want to hog all of it.”
Several of the cattlemen made small bets, as Angel moved around behind the dealer.
“There’s a hundred-dollar limit, gents,” said Angel easily.
Old Rance looked at Angel quizzically.
“Hundred dollars, eh?” he queried. “That’s too slow.”
“It’s shore too heavy for me,” laughed Jim Langley. “I’m limited to five-dollar bets myself. Rance is the only millionaire around here.”
Old Rance slowly pocketed the money, after throwing a hundred dollars on the table, and the deal went on. Angel backed away and went around to the stud-poker table, where he laid out the chips and broke open a new deck of cards. The table filled in a few moments. In the larger houses there is a dealer, who merely does the dealing and takes care of the rake-off for the house, but in a place like the Eagle the dealer takes an active part in the game, passing the buck each time to indicate which player is to be dealt to first.