His action then, violent and vivid as it was, did not reveal any more than his face.
But the cowboys showed amaze, and something more.

They fell straightway to gambling, sharper and fiercer than before, actuated now by the flaming spirit of this son of Belllounds.

Luck, misleading and alluring, favored Jack for a while, transforming him until he was radiant, boastful, exultant.

Then it changed, as did his expression.

His face grew dark.
"I tell you I want drink," he suddenly demanded.