“Is this game goin’ ahead?” asked Langley.
“In a few minutes,” said Angel. He looked at his father, as he got to his feet.
“Come on and I’ll cash yuh in,” he said. The old man nodded and they went to the rear of the saloon, entering Angel’s private room.
Angel shut the door and leaned back against it, while the old man stood near the center, looking at him.
“You’re broke, eh?” said Rance coldly.
“Yeah, I’m broke,” admitted Angel. “I ain’t got enough money to keep my games open. I’ve got about nine hundred in the bank.”
“And you owe me about six thousand dollars,” said Rance.
“Yeah.”
Old Rance studied the face of his son for several moments.
“Yuh stole an ace the other day, Angel.”