I'm hungry." Bill shook his head and gave another grunt, and Casey went off without him.
After awhile Casey returned.

He was grinning, but the grin was, to a careful observer, a bit sickish.

"Say, Bill, talk about poker--I'm off it fer life.

Now look what it done to me, Bill! I puts twenty-five thousand dollars into the bank--minus two hundred I took in money--and I takes a check book, and I goes over to The Club and gits into a game.

I wears the check book down to the stubs.