Did you ever see such a plumb dam-fool break in your whole life ?" he said, appealingly, to the crowd.
"I guess," said Steve sagely, pushing the eight-spot in with his other cards--"I guess if you'd separated from a thousand big round dollars to draw a card and then got it turned over, _you_ wouldn't have cared a whoop if your left eye was out, either.

It _is_ warm, ain't it ?" He sat down with a sigh of relief.
The Stockman bunched his cards idly and tapped the table with them.
The Judge was casually examining the chandelier with interest and approval.

Presently, he looked down and around.
"Oh, thunder! What are you waiting for, Thompson?
I pass, of course!" he said testily.
Steve shoved in his pile.

"As I mentioned a while ago, you're not obliged to call this," he said demurely.

"Just suit yourselves." One card at a time, with thumb and forefinger, the Eminent Person turned over his hand with careful adjustment and alignment.