"Show me." It did not take the aggrieved gambler more than a moment to prove his assertion.

Steele, however, desired corroboration from others beside the cattleman, and one by one he questioned them.
To my surprise, one of the players admitted his conviction that the game was not straight.
"What do you say ?" demanded Steele of me.
"Worse'n a hold-up, Mr.Ranger," I burst out.

"Let me show you." Deftly I made the dealer's guilt plain to all, and then I seconded the cattleman's angry claim for lost money.

The players from other tables gathered round, curious, muttering.
And just then Martin strolled in.

His appearance was not prepossessing.
"What's this holler ?" he asked, and halted as he saw the cattleman's gun still in line with the dealer.
"Martin, you know what it's for," replied Steele.