He might sell it if you offered him enough." At this Stark called one of the men at the bar aside, and the three began to dicker.
"Not a cent less," the third man announced, loudly.

"There ain't another Peterborough in town." It was Poleon's deal now, and when he had finished both Stark and Runnion had disappeared, also the man they had accosted, which pleased the Canadian, for now that Runnion was eliminated from the game he might win a little.

A steady, unvarying run of bad hands is uninteresting, and does not occupy one's mind as well as an occasional change of luck.
Outside Runnion was saying again to Stark: "She won't go with me, Ben; she don't like me.

You see, I made love to her, and she got mad and wanted me killed." "She'll never know who you are until it's too late to turn back," said the other, "and you are the only man I can trust to take her through.

I can trust you--you owe me too much to be crooked." "Oh, I'll act square with you! But look here, what's all this about, anyhow?
Why do you want that girl?
You said you didn't care for her that way; you told me so yourself.