I cut cards, an' the whiskers won.

I played Klondike ag'in' 'em, an' the whiskers busted the bank.

Then I got mad an' shaved 'em.

Do I look so bad, Alan ?" "You look twenty years younger," declared Alan, stifling his desire to laugh when he saw the other's seriousness.
Stampede was thoughtfully stroking his chin.

"Then why the devil did they laugh!" he demanded.