He always had claimed that he could learn a man’s real nature more quickly in a game of poker than in any other way in the same length of time, and he did not mean some one more prominent trait, but the man’s nature as a whole; and now he set himself to study his new acquaintances against some future need. The game itself would not engross him to the exclusion of all else, for while he was Tex Jones externally, it would be Tex Ewalt who played the hands, the Tex Ewalt who as a youth had discovered an uncanny ability in sleight of hand and whose freshman and sophomore years had given so much time to developing and perfecting the eye-baffling art that every study had suffered heavily in consequence; the Tex Ewalt who had found that his ability was peculiarly adaptive to cards, and who had given all his attention to that connection when once he had started to travel along the line of least resistance. So well had he succeeded that seasoned gamblers from the Mexican line north to Canada had been forced to admit his mastery. Before the end of the second deal he had learned the rest of the nephew’s more prominent characteristics, but had not bothered to retaliate for the cheating. On the third deal he was forced to out-cheat a miner to keep even with the game. Before the evening’s play was over he had renewed his knowledge of Gus Williams, and now knew him as well as that loud-voiced individual knew himself; and he had not incurred the enmity of the boss, because while Tex had won from the others he had lost to him. While not yielding to the temptations rampant in him, he had compromised and left Williams in a ripe condition for a future skinning. At the end of the play only he and Williams had won. As the others pushed back their chairs to leave the table, Williams ignored them and looked at Tex. "You an’ me seem to be th’ best," he said loudly. "So there won’t be no doubt about it, let’s settle it between us." Tex raised a belated hand too late to hide his yawn, blinked sleepily, and squinted at the clock. "I’m surprised it’s so late," he said. "It takes a lot out of a man to play ag’in’ this crowd. My head’s fair achin’. What you say if we let it go till tomorrow night? I been travelin’ for three days an’ nights an’ ain’t slept much. You’d take it away from me before I could wake up." Williams laughed sarcastically. "You shore been crossin’ a lot of sand since you left th’ Big Muddy, but I don’t reckon none of it got inter yore system." He paused to let the words sink in, and for a reply, and none being forthcoming he laughed nastily as he arose. "Texas is a sandy state, too. Reckon you was named before anybody knowed very much about you." Tex paled, fought himself to a standstill and shrugged his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bud Haines, the cold-eyed bodyguard, become suddenly more alert.