"Wish you would," said Bob, "and show me the rest of the games."
Noah reluctantly cashed in. He had begun with a dollar and got back $4.60.
"You see," said Noah, clinking the silver in his hands as they moved away, "this is lots easier than work. The only reason I work for you is out of the kindness of my heart. I made that $4.60 in twenty minutes."
"Here is craps." They had stopped at a table that looked like a gutted piano, with sides a foot above the bottom.
"You take the dice"—Noah happened to be in line and got them as the last man lost—"and put down say a half dollar." He laid one on the line. "You throw the two dice. If seven comes up—— Ah, there!" he chuckled. "I done it." The face of the dice showed [3 and 4]. "You see I win." The dealer had thrown down a half dollar on top of Noah's. "Now, come, seven." Noah flung them again.
Sure enough seven came up again. A dollar was pitched out to him. He left the two dollars lying. This time he threw eleven and won again. Four dollars! Noah was in great glee.
"Let's go," urged Bob.
"One more throw," Noah brought up a 6 this time.
"Now," he explained, "I've got to throw until another 6 comes. If I get a seven before I do a six, they win." His next throw was a seven, and the dealer raked in the four dollars.
"Oh, well," sighed Noah, "only fifty cents of that was mine, anyway. And the poor gamblers have to live.