Lem, in fact, grew red.
"Wal, if we're agoin' to gamble, thet's different," he said, with a cold ring in his voice, as he straddled a box and sat down.

"Wade, lemme some money." Wade slipped his hand into his pocket and drew forth a goodly handful of gold, which he handed to the cowboy.

Not improbably, if this large amount had been shown earlier, before the change in the sentiment, Lem would have looked aghast and begged for mercy.

As it was, he accepted it as if he were accustomed to borrowing that much every day.

Belllounds had rendered futile the easy-going, friendly advances of the cowboys, as he had made it impossible to play a jolly little game for fun.
The game began, with Wade standing up, looking on.