Volume VI Part 24 (1/2)

Mr. Williams noticed a dangerous light come into the Reverend Mr.

Smith's eye and hesitated a moment, but having two black jacks and a pair of trays, opened with the limit.

”I liffs yo' jess tree dollahs, Toot,” said the Reverend Mr. Smith, getting out the wallet and shaking out a wad.

Mr. Gus Johnson, who had a four flush and very little prudence, came in.

Mr. Whiffles sighed and fled.

Mr. Williams polished the amethyst, thoroughly examining a scratch on one of its facets, adjusted his collar, skinned his cards, stealthily glanced again at the expression of the Reverend Mr. Smith's eye, and said he would ”Jess--jess call.”

Mr. Whiffles supplied the wants of the gentleman from the pack with the mechanical air of a man who had lost all hope in a hereafter. Mr.

Williams wanted one card, the Reverend Mr. Smith said he'd take about three, and Mr. Gus Johnson expressed a desire for a club, if it was not too much trouble.

Mr. Williams caught another tray, and, being secretly pleased, led out by betting a chip. The Reverend Mr. Smith uproariously slammed down a stack of blue chips and raised him seven dollars.

Mr. Gus Johnson had captured the nine of hearts and so retired.

Mr. Williams had four chips and a dollar left.

”I sees dat seven,” he said impressively, ”an' I humps it ten mo'.”

”Whar's de c'lateral?” queried the Reverend Mr. Smith calmly, but with aggressiveness in his eye.

Mr. Williams sniffed contemptuously, drew off the ring, and deposited it in the pot with such an air as to impress Mr. Whiffles with the idea that the jewel must have been worth at least four million dollars. Then Mr. Williams leaned back in his chair and smiled.

”Whad yer goin' ter do?” asked the Reverend Mr. Smith, deliberately ignoring Mr. Williams's action.

Mr. Williams pointed to the ring and smiled.

”Liff yo' ten dollahs.”

”On whad?”

”Dat ring.”

”_Dat_ ring?”

”Yezzah.” Mr. Williams was still cool.

”Huh!” The Reverend Mr. Smith picked the ring up, examined it scientifically with one eye closed, dropped it several times as if to test its soundness, and then walked across and rasped it several times heavily on the window pane.

”Whad yo' doin' dat for?” excitedly asked Mr. Williams.

A double rasp with the ring was the Reverend Mr. Smith's only reply.

”Gimme dat jule back!” demanded Mr. Williams.