Hopalong Cassidy Sees Red

'I ain't lookin' for men yet,' replied Johnny. 'That's somethin' you never want to do. It's th' wrong system. Don't pay no attention to 'em if you want 'em to pay attention to you. I need them yearlin's first. Where's that Thompson feller? I like th' way he plays draw, seein' as how I won some of his money. Seen him tonight?'

'Shore; he's around somewhere. Saw him a little while ago.'

Johnny noticed a quiet, interested crowd in a far corner and joined it, working through until he saw two men playing poker in the middle. One was Bill Long and the other was Kane's best card-sharp, Mr. Fisher, and they were playing so intently as to be nearly oblivious of the crowd. On the other side of the ring, sitting on a table, was Red Thompson, his mouth partly open and his eyes riveted on the game.

The play was getting stiff and Fisher's eyes had a look in them that Johnny did not like. The gambler reached for the cards and began shuffling them with a speed and dexterity which bespoke weary hours of earnest practice. As he pushed them out for the cut his opponent leaned back, relaxed and smiled pleasantly.

'I allus like to play th' other fellow's game,' Bill observed. 'If he plays fast I like to play fast; if he plays 'em close, I like to play 'em close; if he plays reckless, I like to play reckless; if he plays 'em with flourishes, I like to play 'em with flourishes. I'm not what you might call original. I'm a imitator.' He slowly reached out his hand, held it poised over the deck, changed his mind and withdrew it. 'Reckon I'll not cut this time. They're good as they are. I like yore dealin'.'

Fisher yanked the deck to him and dealt swiftly. 'I'm not very bright,' he remarked as he glanced at his hand, 'so I'm gropin' about yore meanin'. Or didn't it have none?'

'Nothin', only to show that I'm so polite I allus let th' other feller set th' pace,' smiled Bill. 'As he plays, I play.' He picked up the cards, squared them into exact alignment and slid them from the table and close against his vest, where a deft touch spread them for a quick glance at the pips. 'They look good; but, I wonder?' he muttered. 'Reckon that's best, after all. Gimme two cards when you get time.'

Fisher gave him two and took the same number. 'I find I'm gettin' tired,' growled Bill, 'an' it shore is hot an' stiflin' in here. As it stands I'm a little ahead—not more'n fifty dollars. That bein' so, I quit after this hand and two more. There ain't much action, anyhow.'

'If yo're lookin' for action mebby you feel like takin' off th' hobbles,' suggested Fisher, carelessly.

'Hobbles, saddles an' anythin' else you can think of,' nodded Bill. 'Do we start now?'

Fisher nodded, saw the modest bet and doubled it. Bill tossed his four queens and the ace of hearts face down in the discard and smiled. 'Didn't get what I was lookin' for,' he grinned into the set face across from him. 'Got to have 'em before I can play 'em.'

Fisher hid his surprise and carelessly tossed his four kings and the six of diamonds, also face down, into the discard, fumbled the deck as he went to pass it over and spilled it on top of the cards on the table. Cursing at his clumsiness, he scrambled the cards together and pushed them toward his opponent. 'My fingers must be gettin' all thumbs,' he growled as he raked in the money. What had happened? Had he bungled the deal, or wasn't four queens big enough for the talkative fool across from him?

Bill smilingly agreed. 'They do get that way at times,' he remarked, shuffling with a swift flourish which made Johnny hide a smile. He pushed the pack out, Fisher cut it, and the flying cards dropped swiftly into two neat piles almost flush on their edges, which seemed to merit a murmur of appreciation from the crowd. Johnny shifted his weight to the other leg and prepared to enjoy the game.

Fisher glanced at his hand and became instant prey to a turmoil of thoughts. Four queens, with an eight of clubs! He looked across at the calm, reflective dealer who was rubbing the disgraceful stubble on his chin while he drew two cards partly from his hand and considered them seriously. He seemed to be perplexed.

'I been playin' this game for more years than I feel like tellin',' Bill grumbled, whimsically; 'but I ain't never been able really to decide one little thing.' Becoming conscious that he might be delaying the game he looked up suddenly. 'Have patience, friend. Oh, then it's all right! You ain't discarded yet,' he finished cheerfully. Throwing away the two cards he waited.

'Gimme one,' grunted Fisher, discarding, 'an' I'm sayin' fifty dollars,' he continued, shoving the money out without glancing at the card on the table. 'How many you takin'?' he asked.

'Two,' answered Bill, looking at him keenly. He glanced down at the single back showing on the table before him and grinned. 'Th' other's under it,' he explained needlessly. 'Well, I'm still an imitator,' he chuckled. 'Here's yore fifty, and fifty more. I'm sorry I ain't playin' in my own town, so I could borrow when it all gets up.'

Whatever Fisher's thoughts were he hid them well, and he was not to be the first one to weaken and look at the draw. He had a reputation to maintain, and he saw the raise and returned it. Bill pushed out a hundred dollars and Fisher came back, but his tenseness was growing.

Bill considered, looked down at his unknown draw, shook his head and picked up one card. 'I'm feelin' the strain,' he growled, seeing the raise and repeating it. He glanced up at the crowd, which had grown considerably, and smiled grimly.

Fisher evened up and raised again, watching his worried opponent, who scowled, sucked his lips, shook his head and then, with swift decision, picked up the other card. 'I can't afford to quit now,' he muttered. 'Here goes for another boost!'

His opponent having wilted first and saved the gambler's face, Fisher picked up his own draw and when he saw it he stiffened, his thoughts racing again. It was no coincidence, he decided. In all of his experience he had known but two men who could do that, and here was a third! But still there was a hope that there was no third, that it was a coincidence. And there was quite a sum of money on the table. The doubt must be removed and the truth known, and another fifty, sent after its brothers was not too big a price to pay for such knowledge. He pushed the money out onto the table. 'I calls,' he grunted.

Bill dropped his little block of cards and spread them with a sweep of one hand, while the other was ready to make the baffling draw which had made him famous in other parts of the country. Fisher glanced at the four kings and nodded, all doubts laid to rest—the third man sat across from him.

He slowly pushed back as the crowd, not knowing just what to expect, scattered. 'I'm tired. Shall we call it off for tonight?' he asked.

Without relaxing Bill nodded. 'Suits me. I'm tired too; an' near suffocated. See you tomorrow?'

Fisher grunted something as he arose and, turning abruptly, pushed through the thinning crowd to get a bracer at the bar, while the winner slowly hauled in the money. Gulping down the fiery liquor the gambler wheeled to go into the dark and deserted dining-room where he could sit in quiet and go over the problem again, and looked up to see the other gambler in his way.

'What did you find out?' asked the other in a low voice.

'I found th' devil has come up out of hades!' growled Fisher. 'Come along an' I'll tell you about it. He's th' third man! Old Parson Davies was th' first, but he's dead; Tex Ewalt was th' second, an' I ain't seen him in years— cuss it! I wondered why this man's play seemed familiar! He's got some of Tex's tricks of handlin' th' cards.'

'Shore he ain't Tex?'

'As shore as I am that you ain't,' retorted Fisher; 'but I'm willin' to bet he knows Tex, Come on—let's get out of this hullabaloo. He's got a nerve, pickin' my cards, an' dealin' 'em alternate off th' top an' bottom, with me watchin' him!'

'We got to figger how to get it back,' thoughtfully muttered the other, following closely. 'Everything goin' wrong. They went after Nelson an' got somebody else; they stirred up th' T & C by robbin' th' bank, an' then had to go an' make it worse by gettin' Ridley! I'm admittin' I'm walkin' soft, an' ready to jump th' country right quick.'

Fisher sank into a chair in the dining-room. 'An' if Long hangs around here much longer Kane'll ditch me like a wore-out boot. A couple more losses like tonight an' he'll plumb forget my winnin's for th' past two years. An' me gettin' all cocked to strike him for a bigger percentage!'

Out in the reeking gambling-hall Bill put his empty glass on the bar and slid a gold piece at the smiling head man behind the counter. 'Spend th' change on th' boys in th' corner,' he said. 'It allus gives me luck; an' I had such luck tonight that I ain't aimin' to take no chances losin' it. Reckon I'll horn in on th' faro layout,' and he did, where he managed to lose a part of his poker winnings before he turned in for the night.

Up late the next morning he hastened into the dining-room to beat the closing of the doors and saw the head bartender eating a lonely breakfast. The dispenser of liquors beckoned and pushed back a chair at his table.

Bill accepted the invitation and gave his order. 'Well,' he remarked, 'yo're lookin' purty bright this