Smoke Bellew

Chapter 16

"You can"t tell me," Shorty contended. "Hunches comes in mighty funny ways. You might think it"s a system, but it ain"t. Systems is impossible. They can"t happen. It"s a sure hunch you"re playin"."

Smoke now altered his play. He bet more frequently, with single chips, scattered here and there, and he lost more often than he won.

"Quit it," Shorty advised. "Cash in. You"ve rung the bull"s-eye three times, an" you"re ahead a thousand. You can"t keep it up."

At this moment the ball started whirling, and Smoke dropped ten chips on "26." The ball fell into the slot of "26," and the keeper again paid him three hundred and fifty dollars.

"If you"re plum crazy an" got the immortal cinch, bet "em the limit,"

Shorty said. "Put down twenty-five next time."

A quarter of an hour pa.s.sed, during which Smoke won and lost on small scattering bets. Then, with the abruptness that characterized his big betting, he placed twenty-five dollars on the "double naught," and the keeper paid him eight hundred and seventy-five dollars.

"Wake me up, Smoke, I"m dreamin"," Shorty moaned.

Smoke smiled, consulted his notebook, and became absorbed in calculation. He continually drew the notebook from his pocket, and from time to time jotted down figures.

A crowd had packed densely around the table, while the players themselves were attempting to cover the same numbers he covered. It was then that a change came over his play. Ten times in succession he placed ten dollars on "18" and lost. At this stage he was deserted by the hardiest. He changed his number and won another three hundred and fifty dollars. Immediately the players were back with him, deserting again after a series of losing bets.

"Quit it, Smoke, quit it," Shorty advised. "The longest string of hunches is only so long, an" your string"s finished. No more bull"s-eyes for you."

"I"m going to ring her once again before I cash in," Smoke answered.

For a few minutes, with varying luck, he played scattering chips over the table, and then dropped twenty-five dollars on the "double naught."

"I"ll take my slip now," he said to the dealer, as he won.

"Oh, you don"t need to show it to me," Shorty said, as they walked to the weigher. "I been keepin" track. You"re something like thirty-six hundred to the good. How near am I?"

"Thirty-six-sixty," Smoke replied. "And now you"ve got to pack the dust home. That was the agreement."

"Don"t crowd your luck," Shorty pleaded with Smoke, the next night, in the cabin, as he evidenced preparations to return to the Elkhorn. "You played a mighty long string of hunches, but you played it out. If you go back you"ll sure drop all your winnings."

"But I tell you it isn"t hunches, Shorty. It"s statistics. It"s a system. It can"t lose."

"System be d.a.m.ned. They ain"t no such a thing as system. I made seventeen straight pa.s.ses at a c.r.a.p table once. Was it system? Nope. It was fool luck, only I had cold feet an" didn"t dast let it ride. If it"d rid, instead of me drawin" down after the third pa.s.s, I"d "a" won over thirty thousan" on the original two-bit piece."

"Just the same, Shorty, this is a real system."

"Huh! You got to show me."

"I did show you. Come on with me now, and I"ll show you again."

When they entered the Elkhorn, all eyes centered on Smoke, and those about the table made way for him as he took up his old place at the keeper"s end. His play was quite unlike that of the previous night. In the course of an hour and a half he made only four bets, but each bet was for twenty-five dollars, and each bet won. He cashed in thirty-five hundred dollars, and Shorty carried the dust home to the cabin.

"Now"s the time to jump the game," Shorty advised, as he sat on the edge of his bunk and took off his moccasins. "You"re seven thousan" ahead. A man"s a fool that"d crowd his luck harder."

"Shorty, a man would be a blithering lunatic if he didn"t keep on backing a winning system like mine."

"Smoke, you"re a sure bright boy. You"re college-learnt. You know more"n a minute than I could know in forty thousan" years. But just the same you"re dead wrong when you call your luck a system. I"ve been around some, an" seen a few, an" I tell you straight an" confidential an"

all-a.s.surin", a system to beat a bankin" game ain"t possible."

"But I"m showing you this one. It"s a pipe."

"No, you"re not, Smoke. It"s a pipe-dream. I"m asleep. Bimeby I"ll wake up, an" build the fire, an" start breakfast."

"Well, my unbelieving friend, there"s the dust. Heft it."

So saying, Smoke tossed the bulging gold-sack upon his partner"s knees.

It weighed thirty-five pounds, and Shorty was fully aware of the crush of its impact on his flesh.

"It"s real," Smoke hammered his point home.

"Huh! I"ve saw some mighty real dreams in my time. In a dream all things is possible. In real life a system ain"t possible. Now, I ain"t never been to college, but I"m plum justified in sizin" up this gamblin" orgy of ourn as a sure-enough dream."

"Hamilton"s "Law of Parsimony,"" Smoke laughed.

"I ain"t never heard of the geezer, but his dope"s sure right. I"m dreamin", Smoke, an" you"re just snoopin" around in my dream an"

tormentin" me with system. If you love me, if you sure do love me, you"ll just yell, "Shorty! Wake up!" An" I"ll wake up an" start breakfast."

The third night of play, as Smoke laid his first bet, the game-keeper shoved fifteen dollars back to him.

"Ten"s all you can play," he said. "The limit"s come down."

"Gettin" picayune," Shorty sneered.

"No one has to play at this table that don"t want to," the keeper retorted. "And I"m willing to say straight out in meeting that we"d sooner your pardner didn"t play at our table."

"Scared of his system, eh?" Shorty challenged, as the keeper paid over three hundred and fifty dollars.

"I ain"t saying I believe in system, because I don"t. There never was a system that"d beat roulette or any percentage game. But just the same I"ve seen some queer strings of luck, and I ain"t going to let this bank go bust if I can help it."

"Cold feet."

"Gambling is just as much business, my friend, as any other business. We ain"t philanthropists."

Night by night, Smoke continued to win. His method of play varied.

Expert after expert, in the jam about the table, scribbled down his bets and numbers in vain attempts to work out his system. They complained of their inability to get a clew to start with, and swore that it was pure luck, though the most colossal streak of it they had ever seen.

It was Smoke"s varied play that obfuscated them. Sometimes, consulting his note-book or engaging in long calculations, an hour elapsed without his staking a chip. At other times he would win three limit-bets and clean up a thousand dollars and odd in five or ten minutes. At still other times, his tactics would be to scatter single chips prodigally and amazingly over the table. This would continue for from ten to thirty minutes of play, when, abruptly, as the ball whirled through the last few of its circles, he would play the limit on column, colour, and number, and win all three. Once, to complete confusion in the minds of those that strove to divine his secret, he lost forty straight bets, each at the limit. But each night, play no matter how diversely, Shorty carried home thirty-five hundred dollars for him.

"It ain"t no system," Shorty expounded at one of their bed-going discussions. "I follow you, an" follow you, but they ain"t no figgerin"

it out. You never play twice the same. All you do is pick winners when you want to, an" when you don"t want to, you just on purpose don"t."

"Maybe you"re nearer right than you think, Shorty. I"ve just got to pick losers sometimes. It"s part of the system."

"System--h.e.l.l! I"ve talked with every gambler in town, an" the last one is agreed they ain"t no such thing as system."

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