With the disturbing pat hand out of it, which was all the more disturbing because it had belonged to the dealer, Williams gave more thought to the players on his left and right. He decided that Hank was the real danger and that Sinful’s words were a despairing effort to win by the default of the others. He saw the raise and let it go as it was. Hank rolled the cud nervously and with a sudden, muttered curse, threw down his hand. A flush had no business showing pride and fight in this game, he decided. Sinful grinned at him across the table. "Terbaccer makin’ you sick, Hank?" he jeered. "I’m raisin’ ten more, jest to keep th’ corpse alive. He-he-he!" There was now too much in the pot to give it up for ten dollars and Williams met the raise, swore, and called, "What you got, you devil from h--l?" "I got quite a fambly," chuckled Sinful, laying down a pair of aces. "There’s twin brothers," he said, looking up. Williams snorted at the old man’s pleasure in not showing his whole hand at once, and he tossed three jacks on the table. "Triplets in mine," he replied. Sinful raised his eyebrows and regarded them accusingly. "Three jacks can tote quite some load if it’s packed right," he said. "Th’ rest of my fambly is three more brothers, an’ they bust th’ mules’ backs. Ain’t got th’ extry jack, have you?" Slamming the rest of the cards on the table Williams arose and without a word walked to the bar. Sinful’s. cackles of joy were added to by his friends and they surrounded the table to help in the division of the spoils, in plain sight of all. "Win or lose, Marshal?" demanded Sinful shrilly above the hubbub of voices. "Lost a couple of dollars," bellowed Tex. "Much obliged for ’em," rejoined Sinful. He looked at Hank, winked and said: "Marshal’s been real kind to us, Hank," and Tex never was quite certain of the old man’s meaning. Williams looked around as Tex leaned against the bar. "How’d _you_ come out?" he asked, his face showing his anger. "I lost," answered Tex carelessly. "Not anythin’ to speak of: a few dollars, I reckon. I told ’em two dollars, for they’re swelled up with pride as things are. They must ’a’ got into you real heavy." Williams sneered. "Heavy for them, I reckon. I ain’t limpin’. They got too cussed much luck."