"I’ve seen to that. She ain’t. Take th’ money an’ push over yore cards. Do you think it will work with her?" Henry persisted. "Gosh, sonny: don’t you ask me that! No man knows very much about wimmin’, an’ me less than most men. It’s a gamble. She’s got to jump one way or th’ other, ain’t she? How was you figgerin’ to win?" "Just go get her, that’s all. She’ll tame down after awhile." "But you allus can do that, can’t you? Now, if it was me I’d try to get her to come of her own accord, for things would be sweeter right at th’ very start. But, then, I’m a gambler, allus willin’ to run a risk. A man’s got to foller his own nature. I got you beat ag’in: this shore is a nice game." "Too weak," objected the nephew. "Dollar a hand would suit me better. My eights win this. Want to boost her?" Tex reflected covetously. "Well, I might go high as a dollar, but not no more." "Dollar it is, then. What’s yore opinion of that gal?" "Shucks," laughed Tex. "She’s nice enough, I reckon; but she ain’t my style. Yore uncle’s game is bustin’ up an’ he’s lookin’ at me. See you later. You win ag’in, but I allus have bad luck doublin’ th’ stakes, ’though I ain’t what you might call superstitious. See you later." Tex arose and went over to the other table, raked in the cards, squared them to feel if they had been trimmed, thought they had been, and pushed them out for the cut, watching closely to see how the face cards had been shaved. Williams turned the pack, announced that high dealt, grasped the sides of the pack and turned a queen. Tex also grasped the sides of the pack remaining and also turned a queen. He clumsily dropped the deck, growled something and bunched it again, shoving it toward his companion in such a way that Williams would have to show a deliberate preference for the side grip. This he did and Tex followed his lead. The ends of the face cards and aces had been trimmed and the sides of the rest of the deck had been treated the same way. Because of this the sides of the face cards stuck out from the deck and the ends of the spot cards projected. Yet so carefully had it been done that it was not noticeable. Williams cut again, turning another queen. Tex cut a king and picked up the pack. As he shuffled he was careful not to show any of his characteristic motions, for although his opponent had forgotten his face in the score of years behind their former meeting, it might take but very little to start his memory backtracking. "My money ag’in’ th’ roan," said the dealer, pushing out the cards for the cut. "Hundred an’ fifty," he explained. Williams cut deep and nodded. "This one game decides it: a discard, a draw, an’ a show-down. Right?"