"I was about to intimate that I'd take the money weighed out," Smoke said.
The owner of the Elkhorn cashed their paper, and Shorty took possession of the gold-dust.
"Now, I don't want to wake up," he chortled, as he hefted the various sacks."Toted up, it's a seventy thousan' dream.It's be too blamed expensive to open my eyes, roll out of the blankets, an' start breakfast.""What's your system?" Big Burke demanded."We've paid for it, and we want it."Smoke led the way to the table.
"Now, gentlemen, bear with me a moment.This isn't an ordinary system.It can scarcely be called legitimate, but its one great virtue is that it works.I've got my suspicious, but I'm not saying anything.Youwatch.Mr Keeper, be ready with the ball.Wait, I am going to pick '26.' Consider I've bet on it.Be ready, Mr Keeper--Now!"The ball whirled around.
"You observe," Smoke went on, "that '9' was directly opposite." The ball finished in '26.'
Big Burke swore deep in his chest, and all waited.
"For 'double nought' to win, '11' must be opposite.Try it yourself and see.""But the system?" Moran demanded impatiently."We know you can pick winning numbers, and we know what those numbers are; but how do you do it?""By observed sequences.By accident I chanced twice to notice the ball whirled when '9' was opposite.Both times '26' won.After that I saw it happen again.Then I looked for other sequences, and found them.'Double nought' opposite fetches '32,' and '11' fetches 'double nought.' It doesn't always happen, but it USUALLY happens.You notice, I say 'usually.' As I said before, I have my suspicions, but I'm not saying anything."Big Burke, with a sudden dawn of comprehension reached over, stopped the wheel, and examined it carefully.The heads of the nine other game-owners bent over and joined in the examination.Big Burke straightened up and cast a glance at the near-by stove.
"Hell," he said."It wasn't any system at all.The table stood close to the fire, and the blamed wheel's warped.And we've been worked to a frazzle.No wonder he liked this table.He couldn't have bucked for sour apples at any other table."Harvey Moran gave a great sigh of relief and wiped his forehead."Well, anyway," he said, "it's cheap at the price just to find out that itwasn't a system." His face began to work, and then he broke into laughter and slapped Smoke on the shoulder."Smoke, you had us going for a while, and we patting ourselves on the back because you were letting our tables alone! Say, I've got some real fizz I'll open if all you'll come over to the Tivoli with me."Later, back in the cabin, Shorty silently overhauled and hefted thevarious bulging gold-sacks.He finally piled them on the table, sat down on the edge of his bunk, and began taking off his moccasins.
"Seventy thousan'," he calculated."It weighs three hundred and fifty pounds.And all out of a warped wheel an' a quick eye.Smoke, you eat'm raw, you eat'm alive, you work under water, you've given me the jim-jams; but just the same I know it's a dream.It's only in dreams that the good things comes true.I'm almighty unanxious to wake up.I hope I never wake up.""Cheer up," Smoke answered."You won't.There are a lot of philosophy sharps that think men are sleep-walkers.You're in good company."Shorty got up, went to the table, selected the heaviest sack, and cuddled it in his arms as if it were a baby.
"I may be sleep-walkin'," he said, "but as you say, I'm sure in mighty good company."
BANK.
