"You seem to be taking your time.

Do you cover my bet ?" Someone laughed nervously, and a voice sang out over my shoulder, "You might as well go the whole hog, Judge.

The niggers won't be no good without the land ter work 'em on.

Fling 'em into the pot---they're as good as money." Beaucaire looked up, red-eyed, into the impassive countenance opposite.
His lips twitched, yet managed to make words issue between them.
"How about that, Kirby ?" he asked hoarsely.

"Will you accept a bill of sale ?" Kirby grinned, shuffling his hand carelessly.
"Why not?
'twon't be the first time I've played for niggers.