I'm no slave." "Ben gambling, too ?" "None of your--" "You're in error," Tom answered pleasantly, though firmly.

"The gamblers over in Paloma are leagued with the dive keepers against us, Bellas.

You know what they did out at the big sink of the Man-killer last night.

Any man who goes away from camp and 'enjoys' himself for hours among those who are trying to put us out of business shows himself to be a friend to the enemies of this camp.

Therefore the man who does that shows himself to be one of our enemies, in sympathy if not in fact." "I'm no lawyer," growled Bellas sullenly, "and I can't follow your flow of gab." "You know well enough what I'm saying to you, Bellas, and you know that I'm right.