"Qua'ta' mo' I'n make it!" exclaimed the shooter, hesitating with upraised hand, but shaking the dice in them the while, and throwing a quarter across the table. "Ah'll take yu'!" cried a burley on the other side. "Shoot the dice, nigga, shoot the dice," commanded Moore. "T-click-i-lick-i-lick 'ah-ha-eight!" "Throwed five!" "Ain' no eight on 'nem dice!" "T-click-i-click-i-click 'ah, eaighter from Decatur!'" "Throwed seben!" "Ke-hu!" "Tole yu he coul'n't make it!" cried a big dinge. "Now gimme dem dice!" "Bet a quata!" "Make it a haf!" "Ah take yu!" "Shoot the dice, nigga, shoot the dice!" "Yeh. Cut out d' awgument 'n' let'm roll, let'm roll!" "Gimme room heah 'cause ah kicks!" He did too. Raising his left foot he stamped the floor with it, kicking backward viciously at the same time with the other. He caught a Negro on the shins, which made that worthy angry with pain, whereupon he turned, and let the other have a good one in the usual place. For a time the game was threatened with a fight; but Murphy, who appeared to understand them quite well, interfered with success. "T-click-i-lick-i-lick, 'ah, seben ah 'leben!'" "Throwed craps!" "Ya-ha! Makin' all da fuss 'n' lose d' fus' shot!" "Dem dice 's crooket," he muttered. "Yuz a liah," cried one of the winners, as if afraid they were, and he would not get his bet. "Yuse a cheap nigga," said Moore. "Stand aside." Next came a little Negro, with a nose that began at the ears, and peepy eyes which observed the dice suspiciously. He was displeased with the looks of them, evidently. They were a large white pair, and which, so 'tis said, can be loaded. He threw them across the table without making his bet, saying: "Ah gotta paih mah own," and produced from his pocket, a pair of huge celluloid ones, that were beautiful in the electric light. "Haf t' use the house's dice, cain't substitute," advised Moore, judiciously. "Why caint ah, I'd lak t' know. Why caint ah!" he exclaimed, beginning to perspire. Moore started to say more, but Murphy came forward now, with "Let me see them." He took them carefully in his hand, held them between his eyes and the light, tossed them about, and then threw them on the table. "They're all right," and walked away. The little dinge grabbed them eagerly, rubbed them together fondly, blew his breath on them, and then, raising his hand above his head, he made a peculiar rattle and threw them bouncing and jumping across the table. The Negroes about had been observing him with ill omen, and now, as the dice jumped before them like little red devils, they sparkled in the light, and made their eyes blink. "Throwed seven!" cried Moore. "Dogone nigga's 's lucky 's 'e 's ugly," grumbled a loser. "Shoot it all!" he cried, hesitating with the dice in his hand. "Ah'll take it!" "Haf 'e cain' hit!" "Ah fate yu!" "Let'm roll, let'm roll!" "T-click-i-lick-i-lick, ah baby dolls!" "Throwed five!" "Raise ut t' a dollah!" "Make ut sebenty-five!"