The Five howled mockery and derision, the cards danced and beckoned luringly in the mellow lamplight, the Judge pulled his coat-tail, the Major Premise tugged.

Steve sat down, pulling his sombrero over his eyes.
"He that runneth after fools shall have property enough," he quoted inaccurately.

"I'll have some of your black hides on the fence by morning." The cards running to him, it was not long before Steve doubled his "come-in" several times on quite ordinary hands, largely because his capital was so small that he could not be bluffed out.

The betting was fierce and furious.

Steve, "on velvet," played brilliantly.