"Boys," said Roche, looking at those around him, "I don't know just what kind of a game I am up against; but I do know that I haven't got that card anywhere on my person. I feel so sure of it that I'll bet a hundred dollars instead of ten!" "Allee light." As quick as a wink Hop's hand went into his pocket and out came a roll of bills. He quickly counted out ninety dollars more and put it on the table. Roche immediately covered it, and then, rising to his feet, he moved away from the table and called out: "Hoker, come here and search me. If you find the jack of hearts anywhere on me the Chinaman wins. If you don't find it I win." "Lat light," said Hop, nodding to the boss of the place. Hoker came forward and proceeded to go through the man's pockets. He did not find the card in any of the pockets, so he went on down and tried the boot-tops. Then it was that he pulled out a card from one of them. "Here she is, Cap!" he exclaimed, as he arose and held out the card so all could see it. "Here's ther jack of hearts!" "Tricked, by thunder!" exclaimed Roche, as Hop smiled and put the money in his pocket. "Mighty clever, I should say," ventured Sedgwick. "Cap, yer shouldn't have bet." "I couldn't help it," was the reply. "But I know how it was done. He put the card in my bootleg when he was looking around under the table." "No; that couldn't be," declared the saloon keeper. "He put ther card in ther pack after that. An' I'll swear that he wasn't near enough ter put it on you after that, even if he had it in his hand." "Well, that is true, come to think of it. But he got it there, somehow." Roche took the card and looked it over. Then he picked up the pack and compared the backs of the cards with the one he held in his hand. "I lose the hundred, that's all," he exclaimed. "But I'll bet another hundred he can't work that trick again!" Hop smiled. "You allee samee watched too muchee," he said. "You bet I would watch." The cards were laid on the table by him, and Hop picked them up in an offhanded way. "Here um nicee lillee tlick," he said, as he ran the cards up his arm in a long string. "Evelybody no do lat, so be." Then he let them go back again, and in doing so two or three of them dropped to the floor. Hop was on his knees gathering them up in a twinkling. Then it was that he slipped a card in the bootleg of Roche again. But he was not caught doing it, however. He got the cards that had dropped and did the trick over again, this time not losing any of them when they ran back to his hand. Then he suddenly showed the jack of hearts again. "Do you want to try the other trick again?" the man front Silver Bend asked. "You no givee poor Chinee um showee to play um tlick, so be," answered Hop. "What kind of a show do you want? There you are with the jack of hearts in your hand. Now I'll bet you that you can't get it into my bootleg again!"