Smoke shook his head. "That"s a statistic, too, Shorty. Most men prove wrong on their hunches."
"But don"t you ever get one of them streaky feelin"s that all you got to do is put your money down an" pick a winner?"
Smoke laughed. "I"m too scared of the percentage against me. But I"ll tell you what, Shorty. I"ll throw a dollar on the "high card" right now and see if it will buy us a drink."
Smoke was edging his way in to the faro table, when Shorty caught his arm.
"Hold on. I"m gettin" one of them hunches now. You put that dollar on roulette."
They went over to a roulette table near the bar.
"Wait till I give the word," Shorty counselled.
"What number?" Smoke asked.
"Pick it yourself. But wait till I say let her go."
"You don"t mean to say I"ve got an even chance on that table?" Smoke argued.
"As good as the next geezer"s."
"But not as good as the bank"s."
"Wait an" see," Shorty urged. "Now! Let her go!"
The game-keeper had just sent the little ivory ball whirling around the smooth rim above the revolving, many-slotted wheel. Smoke, at the lower end of the table, reached over a player, and blindly tossed the dollar.
It slid along the smooth, green cloth and stopped fairly in the center of "34."
The ball came to rest, and the game-keeper announced, "Thirty-four wins!" He swept the table, and alongside of Smoke"s dollar, stacked thirty-five dollars. Smoke drew the money in, and Shorty slapped him on the shoulder.
"Now, that was the real goods of a hunch, Smoke! How"d I know it?
There"s no tellin". I just knew you"d win. Why, if that dollar of yourn"d fell on any other number it"d won just the same. When the hunch is right, you just can"t help winnin"."
"Suppose it had come "double naught"?" Smoke queried, as they made their way to the bar.
"Then your dollar"d been on "double naught,"" was Shorty"s answer.
"They"s no gettin" away from it. A hunch is a hunch. Here"s how. Come on back to the table. I got a hunch, after pickin" you for a winner, that I can pick some few numbers myself."
"Are you playing a system?" Smoke asked, at the end of ten minutes, when his partner had dropped a hundred dollars.
Shorty shook his head indignantly, as he spread his chips out in the vicinities of "3," "11," and "17," and tossed a spare chip on the green.
"h.e.l.l is sure cluttered with geezers that played systems," he exposited, as the keeper raked the table.
From idly watching, Smoke became fascinated, following closely every detail of the game from the whirling of the ball to the making and the paying of the bets. He made no plays, however, merely contenting himself with looking on. Yet so interested was he, that Shorty, announcing that he had had enough, with difficulty drew Smoke away from the table.
The game-keeper returned Shorty the gold-sack he had deposited as a credential for playing, and with it went a slip of paper on which was scribbled, "Out--$350.00." Shorty carried the sack and the paper across the room and handed them to the weigher, who sat behind a large pair of gold-scales. Out of Shorty"s sack he weighed three hundred and fifty dollars, which he poured into the coffer of the house.
"That hunch of yours was another one of those statistics," Smoke jeered.
"I had to play it, didn"t I, in order to find out?" Shorty retorted.
"I reckon I was crowdin" some just on account of tryin" to convince you they"s such a thing as hunches."
"Never mind, Shorty," Smoke laughed. "I"ve got a hunch right now--"
Shorty"s eyes sparkled as he cried eagerly: "What is it? Kick in an"
play it p.r.o.nto."
"It"s not that kind, Shorty. Now, what I"ve got is a hunch that some day I"ll work out a system that will beat the spots off that table."
"System!" Shorty groaned, then surveyed his partner with a vast pity.
"Smoke, listen to your side-kicker an" leave system alone. Systems is sure losers. They ain"t no hunches in systems."
"That"s why I like them," Smoke answered. "A system is statistical.
When you get the right system you can"t lose, and that"s the difference between it and a hunch. You never know when the right hunch is going wrong."
"But I know a lot of systems that went wrong, an" I never seen a system win." Shorty paused and sighed. "Look here, Smoke, if you"re gettin"
cracked on systems this ain"t no place for you, an" it"s about time we hit the trail again."
During the several following weeks, the two partners played at cross purposes. Smoke was bent on spending his time watching the roulette game in the Elkhorn, while Shorty was equally bent on travelling trail.
At last Smoke put his foot down when a stampede was proposed for two hundred miles down the Yukon.
"Look here, Shorty," he said, "I"m not going. That trip will take ten days, and before that time I hope to have my system in proper working order. I could almost win with it now. What are you dragging me around the country this way for, anyway?"
"Smoke, I got to take care of you," was Shorty"s reply. "You"re gettin"
nutty. I"d drag you stampedin" to Jericho or the North Pole if I could keep you away from that table."
"It"s all right, Shorty. But just remember I"ve reached full man-grown, meat-eating size. The only dragging you"ll do, will be dragging home the dust I"m going to win with that system of mine, and you"ll most likely have to do it with a dog-team."
Shorty"s response was a groan.
"And I don"t want you to be bucking any games on your own," Smoke went on. "We"re going to divide the winnings, and I"ll need all our money to get started. That system"s young yet, and it"s liable to trip me for a few falls before I get it lined up."
At last, after long hours and days spent at watching the table, the night came when Smoke proclaimed he was ready, and Shorty, glum and pessimistic, with all the seeming of one attending a funeral, accompanied his partner to the Elkhorn. Smoke bought a stack of chips and stationed himself at the game-keeper"s end of the table. Again and again the ball was whirled, and the other players won or lost, but Smoke did not venture a chip. Shorty waxed impatient.
"Buck in, buck in," he urged. "Let"s get this funeral over. What"s the matter? Got cold feet?"
Smoke shook his head and waited. A dozen plays went by, and then, suddenly, he placed ten one-dollar chips on "26." The number won, and the keeper paid Smoke three hundred and fifty dollars. A dozen plays went by, twenty plays, and thirty, when Smoke placed ten dollars on "32." Again he received three hundred and fifty dollars.
"It"s a hunch!" Shorty whispered vociferously in his ear. "Ride it! Ride it!"
Half an hour went by, during which Smoke was inactive, then he placed ten dollars on "34" and won.
"A hunch!" Shorty whispered.
"Nothing of the sort," Smoke whispered back. "It"s the system. Isn"t she a dandy?"