THE SPOILERS
"Why don't you stick?" inquired Mullins.
"I am too wise. Hal I know when to quit. He can't win steady-he don't play any system."
"Then he has a good chance," said the girl.
"There he goes now," the little man cried as the uproar arose. "I told you he'd lose." At the voice of the multitude he wavered as though affected by some powerful magnet.
"But he won again," said Mexico.
"Not Did he? Lord! I quit too soonl"
He scampered back into the other room, only to return, hesitating, his money tightly clutched.
"Do you s'pose it's safe? I never saw a man bet so reckless. I guess I'd better quit, eh?" He noted the sneer on the woman's face, and without waiting a reply dashed off again. They saw him clamorously fight his way in towards a post at the roulette-table. "Let me through! I've got money and I want to play itl"
"Pahl" said Mullins, disgustedly. "He's one of them Vermont desperadoes that never laid a bet till he was thirty. If Glenister loses he'll hate him for life."
"There are plenty of his sort here," the girl remarked; "his soul would fit in a flea-track."  She spied the Bronco Kid sauntering back towards her and joined him. He leaned against the wall, watching the gossamer thread of smoke twist upward from his cigarette, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings, and showing no hint of the emotion he had displayed two hours before.
"This is a big killing, isn't it?" said the girl.
The gambler nodded, murmuring indifferently.
"Why aren't you dealing bank? Isn't this yow
shift?"
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