He had some kind of effect on the others, especially the dealer, who was honest enough while the Ranger looked on.
When, however, Steele shifted his attention to other tables and players our dealer reverted to his crooked work.

I was about to make a disturbance, when the little cattleman, leaning over, fire in his eye and gun in hand, made it for me.
Evidently he was a keener and nervier gambler than he had been taken for.

There might have been gun-play right then if Steele had not interfered.
"Hold on!" he yelled, leaping for our table.

"Put up your gun!" "Who are you ?" demanded the cattleman, never moving.

"Better keep out of this." "I'm Steele.