He, however, did not change in the slightest.
"I might be a card-sharp at that," he replied, coolly.

"You fellows play without me.

I'm not carin' about poker any more.

I'll look on." Thus he carried over the moment that might have been dangerous.

Lem gaped at him; Montana kicked a box forward to sit upon, and his action was expressive; Bludsoe slammed the cards down on the table and favored Wade with a comprehending look.