They looked up with casual interest as Dade and Calumet entered, favored them with quick, appraising glances, and then resumed their talk and laughter.

Behind the bar the proprietor waited, indolently watching.
"I'll take red-eye," said Dade; "the same that made me think I was a sure enough gambler last night.

Did you ever notice," he added, turning to Calumet, who was filling his glass, "what a heap of confidence whisky will give a man?
Take me, last night.

Things was lookin' rosy.

Them gamblers looked like plumb easy pickin'.