But no one seemed eager to join him in a bath.
"Laziest outfit I ever rustled with," went on Bill, discontentedly.
"Nuthin' to do! Say, if nobody wants to swim maybe some of you'll gamble ?" He produced a dirty pack of cards and waved them at the motionless crowd.
"Bill, you're too good at cards," replied a lanky outlaw.
"Now, Jasper, you say thet powerful sweet, an' you look sweet, er I might take it to heart," replied Black, with a sudden change of tone.
Here it was again--that upflashing passion.

What Jasper saw fit to reply would mollify the outlaw or it would not.

There was an even balance.
"No offense, Bill," said Jasper, placidly, without moving.
Bill grunted and forgot Jasper.

But he seemed restless and dissatisfied.
Duane knew him to be an inveterate gambler.

And as Benson's place was out of running-order, Black was like a fish on dry land.
"Wal, if you-all are afraid of the cairds, what will you bet on ?" he asked, in disgust.
"Bill, I'll play you a game of mumbly peg fer two bits." replied one.
Black eagerly accepted.