The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1916-04-27

the matter with you3" he cried.
Lent looked him In the eye.
"Isaacs." he said slowly. 'you have
taken about ten thousand dollars Of
my money in the past month. I'm play
ing my own system. Now you deal"
Isaacs grumbled. but began slipping
the cards from the card. When tho
cards in the box became exhausted
they had gotten action about six times
At the end Of an hour Lent was sev-
enty dollars ahead. Isaacs kept bads.
ering Lent to increase his bets.
when luck is coming your way -
it is tonight, why don't you press 1T"
he pleaded.
what are you kicking about? You
are getting off cheap" replied Lent,
There's my bet. Deal"
The hours went by. Isaacs monor-
onously dealing, Lent keeping cases
and making his unvarying one dollar
bets. Outside, In the big room, there
was absolutely nothing doing. Day
light came. Isaacs let his employees
go home, n by ont. Only he and
Lent remained. At last Isaacs hit the
table with his fist.
II got enough Of this" he sneered.
"You are making q sucker Of me. I
quit right here" He looked greasier
than ever.
Wait q minute 1saacs; don't DO
fussy,,' said Lent. He looked at his
watch. ut is now exactly twenty
minutes Of seven. One more deal and
I'll make you q bet that will stano
your hair on end"
Isaacs gathered up the cards, shut
fled them, and began a new deal.
When it was completed he looked at
Lent and said: 'sWell?"
Get me a good stiff drink of whis-
ky, call a taxlcab, and then I'll bet
you," said Lent.
Isaacs brought the whisky and step.
ped to the telephone.
Tell them not to stop the motor,
I'll be right down. Lent called out.
A moment later Isaacs hung up the
receiver and returned to his office.
What's your proposifion?" said the
gambler.
Cash In these chips first" ordered
Lent.
Isaacs did so. ' ,
~Now," said Lent, '.ITl bet you q
thousand dollars ON the first turn Of
the cards.y
Where's your money" demanded
Lsaacs.
Lent went through his pockets and
stacked q column of gold On the tn
bic.
where's ycurs?" he said. "Coves
that money it yon want my bet"
Isaacs shrugged his shoulders, wen
to his safe and matched Lent's pile
"You are putting me to 4 lot of trou
ble Mr.. LEM, because I'm going to wiz
your money anyway @
The noise of the taxi WAS heard 4.
1t drew up to the curb below.
Are yOn?" scried Lent, slipping q
revolver out df his pochst. Throw
up your hands! Up with them-'
Lent stepped eclose and felt arount
the gamblers rear pockets. "Now tax,
loft your cnat-take it off, he repeat
ed quickly. -1Sow you dirty roBber
I'm going tsagive you a taste of YOU
own medicine. Put up vnur hands!'
Lent transferred his gun from riga
ito left hand, stepped close again, and
putting all the power he could music,
into the blow. sent the right fist crash
ling into the stomach of the short, In
imam in frnnta1f him.
Isaacs cr1lmpled to the flOor with 4
aEasp. Lent was on top OF him in a
instant and EhDked him until he grew
blue in the fAce. Then he whisket
- small coll df wire and pair of plier,
from his coat pocket, rolled the gam
ikler owe and first bound Ids ankles
and then his wrists behind him. Mex
he showed his handkerchief in Isaacs
mouth and tied the gamblers ,owr
handkerchief aver it.
Still working rapidly be 1iiled the
open safe Of everything that looked
line money. dumped gold and bank
notes in the Tuxedo coat. rolled the
whele thing mp. cast a final glance al
IsaAcs, let himself out of the building
jumped In the front seat Of the taxi
and cried: LET her go!"
'TEey!" yelled Dennis Mcdonald,
dashfng out from the doorway loppS-
site.
But the taxi did not stop.
CHAPTER TX. !,
Buckets Of Gold.
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