Shore's playin' bad, too, an' it's gone to his haid." "Gamblin' ?" queried Ellen.
"Mah child, when'd Kurnel Jorth ever play for fun ?" said Daggs, with a lazy laugh.

"There's a stack of gold on the table.

Reckon yo' uncle Jackson will win it.

Colter's shore out of luck." Daggs stepped inside.

He was graceful and slow.