Dewing"s eyes were cold and hard. He saw Pete"s raise and raised again, pushing in two stacks of reds.
"That"s more than I"ve got, but I"ll see you as far as my chips hold out.
Wish to Heaven I had a bushel!" Pete sized up his few chips beside Dewing"s tall red stacks. "It"s a shame to show this hand for such a pitiful little bit of money," he said in an aggrieved voice. "What you got?"
Dewing made no move to turn over his cards.
"If you feel that way about it, old-timer," he said as he raked back his remainder of unimperiled chips, "you can go down in your pocket."
"Table stakes!" objected Scotty.
"That"s all right," said Dewing. "We"ll suspend the rules, seeing there"s no one in the pot but Johnson and me. This game, I take it, is going to break up right now and leave somebody feeling mighty sore. If you"re so sure you"ve got me beat--dig up!"
"Cash my chips," said Scotty. "I sat down here to play table stakes, and I didn"t come to hear you fellows jaw, either."
"You shut up!" said Dewing. "I"ll cash your chips when I play out this hand--not before. You"re not in this."
"h.e.l.l; you"re both of you scared stiff!" scoffed Scotty. "Neither of you dast put up a cent."
"Well, Johnson, how about it?" jeered Dewing. "What are you going to do or take water?"
"Won"t there ever be any more hands of poker dealt?" asked Pete. "If I thought this was to be the last hand ever played, I"d sure plunge right smart on this bunch of mine."
"Weakening, eh?" sneered Dewing.
"That"s enough, Pete," said Boland, very much vexed. "We"re playing table stakes. This is no way to do. Show what you"ve got and let"s get out of this."
"You let me be!" snapped Pete. "No, Dewing; I"m not weakening. About how much cash have you got in your roll?"
"About fourteen hundred in the house. More in the bank if you"re really on the peck. And I paid three thousand cash for this place."
"And I"ve got maybe fifty or sixty dollars with me. You see how it is,"
said Pete. "But I"ve got a good ranch and a bunch of cattle, if you happen to know anything about them."
"Pete! Pete! That"s enough," urged Boland.
Pete shook him off.
"Mind your own business, will you?" he snapped. "I"m going to show Mr.
Something Dewing how it feels."
The gambler smiled coldly. "Johnson, you"re an old blowhard! If you really want to make a man-size bet on that hand of yours, I"ll make you a proposition."
"Bet on it? Bet on this hand?" snarled Pete, clutching his cards tightly.
"I"d bet everything I"ve got on this hand."
"We"ll see about that. I may be wrong, but I seem to have heard that you and young Mitch.e.l.l have found a copper claim that"s pretty fair, and a little over. I believe it, anyhow. And I"m willing to take the risk that you"ll keep your word. I"ll shoot the works on this hand--cash, bank roll, and the joint, against a quarter interest in your mine."
"Son," said Johnson, "I wouldn"t sell you one per cent of my share of that mine for all you"ve got. Come again!"
The gambler laughed contemptuously. "That"s easy enough said," he taunted. "If you want to wiggle out of it that way, all right!"
Pete raised a finger.
"Not so fast. I don"t remember that I"ve wiggled any yet. I don"t want your money or your saloon. In mentioning my mine you have set an example of plain speaking which I intend to follow. I do hereby believe that you can clear Stanley Mitch.e.l.l of the charge hanging over him. If you can, I"ll bet you a one-quarter interest in our mine against that evidence.
I"ll take your word if you"ll take mine, and I"ll give you twelve hours"
start before I make your confession public.--Boland, you mind your own business. I"m doing this.--Well, Dewing, how about it?"
"If you think I"ve got evidence to clear Stanley--"
"I do. I think you did the trick yourself, likely."
"You might as well get one thing in your head, first as last: if I had any such evidence and made any such a bet--I"d win it! You may be sure of that. So you"d be no better off so far as getting your pardner out of trouble is concerned--and you lose a slice of mining property. If you really think I can give you any such evidence, why not trade me an interest in the mine for it?"
"I"m not buying, I"m betting! Who"s wiggling now?"
"You headstrong, stiff-necked old fool, you"ve made a bet! I"ve got the evidence. Your word against mine?"
"Your word against mine. The bet is made," said Pete. "What have you got?
I called you."
"I"ve got the Dead Man"s Hand--that"s all!" Dewing spread out three aces and a pair of eights, and smiled exasperatingly. "You"ve got what you were looking for! I hope you"re satisfied now!"
"Yes," said Pete; "I"m satisfied. Let"s see you beat this!" He tossed his cards on the table. "Look at "em! A royal straight flush in diamonds, and a gun to back it!" The gun leaped up with a click. "Come through, Dewing!
Your spy may shoot me through that panel behind me; but if he does I"ll bore you through the heart. Boland, you"ve got a gun. Watch the wall at my back. If you see a panel open, shoot! Hands on the table, lumbermen!"
"Don"t shoot! I"ll come through," said Dewing, coolly enough, but earnestly. "I think you are the devil! Where did you get those cards?"
"Call your man in from that panel. My back itches and so does my trigger finger."
"What do you think I am--a fool? n.o.body"s going to shoot you." Dewing raised his voice: "Come on in, Warren, hands up, before this old idiot drills me."
"Evidence," remarked Johnson softly, "is what I am after. Evidence! I have no need of any corpses. Boland, you might go through Mr. Warren and those other gentlemen for guns. Never mind Dewing; I"ll get his gun, myself, after the testimony. Dewing might play a trick on you if you get too close. That"s right. Pile "em in the chair. Now, Mr. Dewing--you were to give some testimony, I believe."
"You"ll get it. I robbed Wiley myself. But I"m d.a.m.ned if I tell you any more till you tell me where you got that hand. I"ll swear those are the cards I dealt you. I never took my eyes off of you."
"Your eyes are all right, son," said Johnson indulgently, "but you made your play too strong. You showed an ace and two eights. Then, when Mr.
Scotty obliged by flashing another eight, I knowed you was to deal me two aces for confidence cards and two more to yourself, to make out a full hand to beat my king-full. So I discarded two kings. Turn "em over, Boland. I took a long chance. Drew to the king, queen, and jack of diamonds. If one of the aces I got in the draw had been either hearts or black, I"d have lost a little money; and there"s an end. As it happened, I drew the diamond ace and the joker, making ace, king, queen, jack, and ten--and this poker game is hereby done broke up. I"m ready for the evidence now."
"You"ve earned it fair, and you"ll get it. I told you I"d not implicate any one but myself, and I won"t. I robbed Wiley so I could saw it off on Stan. You know why, I guess," said Dewing. "If you"ll ask that little Bobby kid of Jackson Carr"s, he"ll tell you that Stan lost his spur beyond Hospital Springs about sunset on the night of the robbery, and didn"t find it again. The three of us rode in together, and the boy can swear that Stan had only one spur.
"I saw the spur when we were hunting for it; I saw how it would help me get Stan out of the way; so I said nothing, and I went back that night and got it. I dropped it near where I held Wiley up, and found it again, very opportunely, when I came back to Cobre with the posse. Every one knew that spur; that was how the posse came to search Stan"s place.
The rest is easy: I hid the money where it was sure to be found. That"s all I am going to tell you, and that"s enough. If it will make you feel any better about it, though, you may be pleased to know that Bat Wiley and most of them were acting in good faith."
"That is quite satisfactory. The witness is excused," said Pete. "And I"ll give you twelve hours to leave Tucson before I give out the news."
"Twelve minutes is quite enough, thank you. My address will be Old Mexico hereafter, and I"ll close out the shop by mail. Anything else?"
"Why, yes; you might let me have that gun of yours as a keepsake. No; I"ll get it," said Pete kindly. "You just hold up your hands. Well, we gotta be going. We"ve had a pleasant afternoon, haven"t we? Good-bye, gentlemen! Come on, Boland!"