Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1938-09-03

Most games" said the Saint cheer.
"That's fine" said Kilgarry.
MIR. Yoring looked dubious.
II dunno: We. play rather high
stakes, Mr.. Templar-"
They can't be too high for me" SAID
the Saint boastfully.
then that's settled. What's holding
us back7"
Under Mr.. Kilgarry's breezy leader
ship they piled into taxi and headed
for one of the smaller hotels on Ocean
Drive, where Mr.. Xoring proclaimed
that he had a bottle Of Scotch that
would save them from the agonies Of
thirst while they we're playing.
The room was large and cluttered
with hodge-podge Of gilt and lacquer
and brocade. In the center Of the
room there was q card table already
set up.
'You fix a drink, Eddie" Kilgarry
said. Let's all make ourselves at
home"
He lowered himself into a place at
the table, took off his plnce-nez,
breathed on them and began TO polish
them with his handkerchief.
Yoring was still polishing his pince-
nee when Mercer turned to the table
with glass in each hand BE put one
glass down beside Y0rtng, and SIS he
reached over TO place the other glass
In front of the Saint the cuff of his
coat sleeve f1icked the pance-nez out Of
Yoring's fingers and sent them spin
ming.
The Saint made q dive to catch
them. missed, stumbled, and brought
his heel down on the exact spot where
they we're in the act OF hitting the
"f'm terribly sorry" said the Saint.
I'll pay for them, Of course he said. |
I'm split 1t with you" said Mercer.
ut was my fault. Wen take 1t out Of
my winnings"
Yoring looked from one to the other
with watery eyes.
IL don't think can play without
my glasses" he mumbled.
Mercer Topped into the vacant chair
and raked in the cards.
"Come on" he said callousIy. cit
isn't as bad as all that"
Cant you manager" urged the Saint.
II was going TO enjoy the game, and
It won't be nearly 50 much fun with
only three"
Kilgarry crushed his cigar-butt vio-
emily into an aShtFay.
You can't back out now" he said,
md there was an audible growl In the
ruity tones of his voice.
straight poker. Cut for deal. Let's
To Simon TempIar the game had the
anne dizzy unreality that 1t would I
lave had II he had been systematically
widowed with genuine gift OF clair
'0yance. He knew the value Of every
4vzeF go EeQnN e&n4zaH t414
d bis own hand before he picked it
For nearly an hour, cslriously enough,
he play was fairly even, when he
Ounted bis cE1fps he had only
ouple of hundred dollars more than
hen he started.
Presently Kilgarry called Mercer on
be third raise axld lost q small jack
OF TO three mines. Mercer scowled as
G stacked the handful Of cftpe.
'Hell, what's Aza@ matter with this
ay we usually play. Dust because my r
lck's changed we don't have TO start
laying for peanuts.
~Okmy-" K1lGaxTy pushed out two
10 chips with q kind OF fierce re-
raank. 'I7i play 20x u hundred"
He had been playing ali the time
TIA grim concentration. and as the 2
nae went by he seemed 70 have been o
'9ainin@ confidence Maybe the game
ON the level" was the idea expressed 2
y every line Of his body, hut can =
III take o coupae oR mugs Eiks this In
~ mazn@"
Sc sale. alnznaa with resumption o
EdM former ns@awEaxa@s: q
ARE yoaa etaglu@ bougs Bar. Tsmplar7" :.
Il expect It'll b hsre f0r quite y
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mats gsmel Tham afser AgF. Yoring's 3