Sorry to leave you, boys, before you're broke, but orders is orders." "But one more hand first," pleaded Pete.
"You poor fool," snarled Nash, "d'you think I'll take a chance on keepin' _him_ waiting ?" The last of his winnings passed with a melodious jingling into his pockets and he went hurriedly out of the bunk-house and up to the main building.

There he found Drew in the room which the rancher used as an office, and stood at the door hat in hand.
"Come in; sit down," said "_him_." "Been taking the money from the boys again, Steve?
I thought I talked with you about that a month ago ?" "It's this way, Mr.Drew," explained Nash, "with me stayin' away from the cards is like a horse stayin' off its feed.

Besides, I done the square thing by the lot of those short-horns." "How's that ?" "I showed 'em my hand." "Told them you were a professional gambler ?" "Sure.

I explained they didn't have no chance against me." "And of course that made them throw every cent they had against you ?" "Maybe." "It can't go on, Nash." "Look here, Mr.Drew.I told 'em that I wasn't a gambler but just a gold-digger." The big man could not restrain his smile, though it came like a shadow of mirth rather than the sunlight.
"After all, they might as well lose it to you as to someone else." "Sure," grinned Nash, "it keeps it in the family, eh ?" "But one of these days, Steve, crooked cards will be the end of you." "I'm still pretty fast on the draw," said Steve sullenly.
"All right.

That's your business.