"And while
we're about it, I may mention casual that I got twenty thousand
in Mac's safe, there, and there's twenty thousand more in the
ground on Moosehide. You know the ground, Campbell. Is they
that-all in the dirt?"
"There sure is, Daylight."
"How much does it cost now?" Kearns asked.
"Two thousand to see."
"We'll sure hump you if you-all come in," Daylight warned him.
"It's an almighty good hunch," Kearns said, adding his slip for
two thousand to the growing heap. "I can feel her crawlin' up
and down my back."
"I ain't got a hunch, but I got a tolerable likeable hand,"
Campbell announced, as he slid in his slip; "but it's not a
raising hand."
"Mine is," Daylight paused and wrote. "I see that thousand and
raise her the same old thousand."
The Virgin, standing behind him, then did what a man's best
friend was not privileged to do. Reaching over Daylight's
shoulder, she picked up his hand and read it, at the same time
shielding the faces of the five cards close to his chest. What
she saw were three queens and a pair of eights, but nobody
guessed what she saw. Every player's eyes were on her face as
she scanned the cards, but no sign did she give.
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