“Let him keep it,” declared Kells, scornfully. “I'll win it from him and divide it with the gang.”
That was received with hoarse acclaims by all except Gulden. He glared sullenly. Kells stood up and shook a long finger in the giant's face.
“I'll win your nugget,” he shouted. “I'll beat you at any game.... I call your hand.... Now if you've got any nerve!”
“Come on!” boomed the giant, and he threw his gold down upon the table with a crash.
The bandits closed in around the table with sudden, hard violence, all crowding for seats.
“I'm a-goin' to set in the game!” yelled Blicky.
“We'll all set in,” declared Jesse Smith.
“Come on!” was Gulden's acquiescence.
“But we all can't play at once,” protested Kells. “Let's make up two games.”
“Naw!”