It was us agin' a whole section, an' we got ours. Let him take his, if he talks too much."
"Shore," replied Price. "I heard him shoot off his mouth, an hour ago, an' he 's got altogether too much to say. You mind th' bar an' yore own business, Jimmy. We ain't kids."
"Go you two bits better," said Clayton, shoving out a coin. "Gimme some cards, Towne. It 'll cost you a dollar to see our raises."
Baxter walked over to watch the play. "I 'm comin' in next game. Who 's winnin', now?"
"Reckon I am; but we ain't much more 'n got started," Clayton replied. "Did you call, Towne? Why, I 've got three little tens. You got anythin' better?"
"Never saw such luck!" exclaimed Towne disgustedly. "Dutchy, yo 're a Jonah."
"Damn th' mutton, says I. It was even in that hash!" growled a voice, just outside the door.
A moment later, Youbet Somes entered, swinging his sombrero energetically to shake off the water.
