As a roole, crooked people ain't good players on the squar', an' as long as you makes 'em play squar', they're yours.
"'But speakin' of this devious person on the Las Vegas Plaza that time: The outfit is onknown to me--I'm only a pilgrim an' a stranger an' don't intend to tarry none--when I sets up to the lay-out.

I ain't got a bet down, however, before I sees the gent who's dealin', sign-up the seven to the case-keep, an' instanter I feels like I'd known that bevy of bandits since long before the war.

Also, I realises their methods after I takes a good hard look.

That dealer's got what post gradyooates in faro-bank robbery calls a "end squeeze" box; the deck is trimmed--"wedges" is the name--to put the odds ag'in the evens, an' sanded so as to let two kyards come at a clatter whenever said pheenomenon is demanded by the exigencies of their crimes; an' thar you be.

No, it's a fifty-two-kyard deck all right, an' the dealer depends on "puttin' back" to keep all straight.