This bootleg whisky from across Red River was of a quality to scatter a person's eyesight.
For some time the game continued before Gray won again, and the dealer deposited thirty-five silver dollars beside his bet.

Again that sun-browned hand reached forth, but this time Gray seized it by the wrist.

He and the stranger eyed each other for a silent moment, during which the other players looked on.
Gray was the first to speak.

"If you're not as drunk as you seem," he said, easily, "you'll excuse yourself.

If you are, you need sobering." With a wrench the man undertook to free his hand; he uttered a threatening oath.