That's five-forty, an' a half of one-eighty is ninety, an'
five-forty is six-thirty. We'd ort to double it fer interest an'
goodwill, but we'll leave it go at the reglar price. So, just you skin
off six hundred an' thirty bucks, an' eighteen more, an' pass 'em acrost.
An' do it _pronto_ or somethin' might happen to Fatty right where he's
thickest." The cowpuncher emphasized his remarks by boring the muzzle
even deeper into the unctuous periphery of the proprietor. The croupier
shot a questioning glance toward his employer.
"Shell it out! You fool!" grunted that worthy. "Fore this gun comes out
my back. An', besides, it's cocked!" Without a word the croupier
counted out the money, arranging it in little piles of gold and silver.
As the vagabond swept the coins into his battered Stetson the Texan gave
a final twist to the six-gun. "If I was you, Fatty, I'd rub that there
thirteen number off that wheel an' paint me a tripple-ought or mebbe,
another eagle-bird onto it."
He turned to the man who stood grinning over his hatful of money:
"Come on, Pedro, me an' you're goin' away from here. The licker this
_hombre_ purveys will shore lead to bloodshed an' riotin', besides which
it's onrespectable to gamble anyhow."
Pausing to throw the bridle reins over the horn of his saddle, the Texan
linked his arm through that of his companion and proceeded down the
street with the big black horse following like a dog.
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