I've brought cards.

At the first stroke of the bell I'll make the lay, at the second I'll deal.

The cards that move are the cards of the dead and we'll have to cut for them.

Have you brought cards ?" "No." "Then how--" "It's simple enough--just as you're going to deal for them, so I expect them to play for me." "But what if the dead don't play ?" "What can we do?
Gambling hasn't yet been made compulsory among the dead." A short silence ensued.
"Are you armed?
How are you going to fight with the dead ?" "With my fists," answered the larger of the two.
"Oh, the devil! Now I remember--the dead won't bet when there's more than one living person, and there are two of us." "Is that right?
Well, I don't want to leave." "Nor I.I'm short of money," answered the smaller.

"But let's do this: let's play for it, the one who loses to leave." "All right," agreed the other, rather ungraciously.