“They’re fly guys there all right,” remarked this same man, casually2, “but the flyer they are the easier it is to trim them. I would sooner stack up against a stock broker3 that runs one of those bubble machines and can speak sixteen different languages than get into a game with a Kansas farmer any day. The farmer knows he ain’t in it and he’s got his eye out for a job every time; his coat is buttoned up so tight that he has contraction4 of the lungs and his heart doesn’t beat right, but the gink that knows it all thinks he’s so damned smart that he’s got everybody in the world in his corral, and those are the fellows you catch with their vests open.”
All homely5 philosophy, but as true as gospel and worth looking into.
So Big Ben—that was his name in the country where slouch hats are the real thing—pulled his freight one night and hit the Overland Flyer for
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Gotham. His name was Big Ben no longer, for the cards he carried in his vest pocket read:
Benjamin F. Van Buren, Mining Engineer.
He bought tickets for two at the station, and there is the heart of the story, as one of the tickets was for Cheyenne Nellie.
The lady in the case is worth a paragraph at the very least, for she had the reputation of being the best short-card dealer6 in Texas, and at a game of bank, whether playing the cards or handling the box, she was there with the goods and never asked any odds7 on account of her sex.
She had the long, slim hands of a card player, and if she hadn’t taken to the pasteboards she might have been a piano player and getting all kinds of money for hitting up the ivories at swell8 concerts. She was soft of voice and soft in manner, and all you had to do to make a lady out of her was to wrap her in a silk robe and she’d make the horses in the street turn around and look after her.
On one memorable9 occasion she went into the smoking car of a Denver train and calmly lighting10 a cigarette, smoked it without deigning11 to notice the men around her.
The trip was settled in a minute and in this way.
“It’s a long ride, Nell,” observed Ben, “to the place I’m going, and I’m afraid I’ll get lost or lonely, so if you’ll come along with me I’ll tog you out like a queen and give you the time of your life. Will you carry my brand for the trip?”
“How big is your bank roll?” she asked, with an eye to the practical side of the proposition.
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“Twenty-seven hundred, and two thousand to draw on if I lose out.”
“That’s enough for a starter. What are you going to do—short-card ’em or bank ’em?”
“Anything and everything including stud, and if I get the big bundle we’ll hike for that place across the big pond where the real games are. What’s the name of it—I forget now. I had it written down somewhere, but I guess I’ve lost it. It begins with an M I think, and there was a fellow at the show the other night who had it in his song about how he broke the bank there.”
“Oh, you mean Monte Carlo.”
“Yes, that’s it. We’ll go there and I’ll put you up against the game, for you always were hell when it came to a no-limit play.”
One night stop-over in Chicago to see a show, and then, twenty-four hours later, Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin F. Van Buren, of Portland, Oregon, registered at the Waldorf-Astoria.
“Kind of like a theatre, ain’t it?” remarked Ben, as they sat in the palm room after dinner. “Looks like Romeo and Juliet where the gal13 is on the gallery and the fellow with the skin-tight pants is asking her to come down and talk it over.”
Men who are supposed to know say that New York is the loneliest place in the world, that is, if you don’t know anyone, and that a desert island is a center of population compared to it if you are not in right. On the face of it that looks like a good argument, but it is going to be disproved right here. Go to a big and fashionable hotel and register, then sit around and be a bit conspicuous14, look like ready money, and
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above all, easy money, and you’ll draw people like a Jack15 rose draws bees. They’ll find you out just as easily as the ferret gets to the timid rabbit—by going after you—and unless your heart is covered with callous16 spots and your pockets are fastened with safety pins, when you come to count up at night you’ll find you are short a bit of change. In this world, you know, things are not always what they seem, and the fellow who looks the wisest and talks the loudest isn’t the smartest any more than the man with the retreating forehead is the stupidest. The one with the cranium of a cocoanut may have spent all of his life developing the instinct of the hunter and the cunning of the fox, and that queer-shaped thing on top of his shoulders is the sign which he has hung out and which says as plainly as if the words were printed on his forehead: “Come on, boys, I’m easy; come and get my change.” I know all about this and speak from experience, for I used to sit in a poker17 game with a Dutchman who looked like a pinhead, and when the rest of us walked home he used to take a cab, because he had all the money, and his name was Schneider, too. What do you think of that?
So before a week had gone by, Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin F. Van Buren were nodding and saying “How do you do?” and “Good morning” and “Good evening” to about twenty or thirty men who made the hotel their headquarters. Incidentally it was given out that Ben was on here to buy some machinery18 for one of his mines in Nevada and that he wouldn’t mind having a little fun with anything that came along so long as the stakes were not too big for a man of his modest disposition19.
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The tip went down the line in the usual channels and then one rainy night a man who said confidentially20 that he was a banker suggested that as there was nothing else to do Mr. Van Buren could, if he felt so disposed, walk around to his hotel where there were two or three other good fellows, and they might have a little game of draw.
“None of us want to go into big money, you know,” he said, apologetically, “for it’s simply a game among friends and it’s about as good a way to pass the time away as I know of. We don’t, as a rule, play with strangers, but I guess you’re all right, so come along.”
“Look out for a cold deck, Ben,” whispered Nell as he started; “play light and close to your skin at the go-off, and it won’t hurt to lose a little at the start.”
Wherever you go or whatever you do in this world, always take a woman’s tip—not the tip of every woman of course, but when you find one who delivers the goods at every jump out of the box and calls the turn on the case card nine times out of every ten, then be wise and attune21 your ears to her siren song, even though the notes seem to be a bit cracked at first and the cadenzas strike you as being skewed and off the key.
There were five in the game, counting Ben, and up against the wall, like a new kind of decoration, was a Senegambian, whose business it was to see that the gentlemen had cigars to smoke and wine to drink without limit. Between deals they talked about business, how stocks were selling, what chance there was for a flyer in Steel, and if Depew intended to resign from the Senate or not. The play was light and reckless
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and no one there seemed to care whether he won or lost.
“We play two or three times a week,” explained one to Ben, while the African was getting a fresh pack, “and I consider poker the greatest thing in the world to take a man’s mind off his business. Is there any stock in your mine for sale? I wouldn’t mind taking a block if it looked right. So this is your first visit here? Well, we’ll try and make it pleasant for you while you stay, but you must reciprocate23 if we ever hit your country. Will you show us some shooting?”
It went that way until Ben got to feeling a little easy in his play himself. But he couldn’t lose. Everything came his way, including jackpots, and when the silvery chimes of the clock on the mantel reminded them that it was one o’clock the play came to an end and the man from the West cashed in a matter of $72.
“It was only a friendly game, Nell,” he said, when he woke her up from a sound sleep half an hour later. “They are simply a lot of good fellows and I couldn’t help winning, but they want revenge to-morrow night and then I’ll get some real money.”
“Three thousand miles is a good long walk, Ben,” she said, “and that’s a little tune22 you want to keep humming to yourself all the time. The easy marks at cards all died during the time of the big wind and only the fly guys are left. You’re in a strange barn this trip, so don’t think that everything you see is hay.”
From playing three nights a week they got down to playing every night, and Ben always came back with a small winning, but he wasn’t getting the money he was after and it got on his nerves.
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“It’s only chicken feed I’m winning,” he complained to her one night, “and it just about pays expenses.”
“Well, just you keep your shirt on, for I’m in with some nice old dames24 who think they are the real ones at bridge, and I’m thinking of getting a little of that same kind of feed myself—the real killing25 will come later. You never want to be in a hurry about those things, you know, because if you hurry them it’s all off. Get those fellows to play up in the room some night so I can look them over and see their style.”
“I’m next to their play all right,” he said, “They’ll stand to lose so much and no more and there ain’t one of them who would bet a thousand that he was alive.”
“Invite them up, anyway. You’ve been drinking their booze and smoking their good cigars long enough. You ought to put up for them once in a while, and if they are all right you will have a few decent friends, anyhow.”
That’s how it happened that the play came off in No. 723.
It was the smallest kind of a small and inoffensive game, unmarked by any incident or episode until one of the men, looking his hand over with unusual care, remarked in the most casual manner possible:
“If I had the nerve I have a hand here that I would like to bet big on.”
“How big?” asked Ben, taking another look at the cards that had been dealt to him.
“I don’t know much about poker, but I think a thousand would be about right to start with.”
“Mine looks worth that much to me,” said Ben, with his face like a mask.
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“I’m game; does a check go?”
Over in one corner of the room, with a novel before her, sat Nell. She was almost directly opposite Ben, and as he looked up he saw the upper lid of her left eye droop26 slowly, recover, and then droop again. He skinned his cards and looked them carefully over. The pips showed four kings and an ace12, pat. It was worth big money in any four-handed game, and he knew it.
“Does a check go?” came the query27 again.
“No, I weaken; I thought I had a better hand. You’ve got me beat from the start.”
It might be made a long story from this point on, but there is not room here to tell in detail how half an hour later Nell rose from her comfortable seat in the armchair in the corner, and walking over to the table manifested a slight interest in the game, and after one or two more hands had been dealt, thought she would like to play if the gentlemen didn’t object, which they didn’t. How she played like any woman would be expected to play, losing angrily and winning sweetly, until on one of her deals, Ben found himself in possession of a hand which only needed the ace to make a royal flush. The limit was raised before the draw, then taken off altogether, and the money began to pile itself on the mahogany. Then they drew for cards, and when Ben looked things over he found in his one card draw the ace that made his hand good.
“Mine is worth $500,” remarked the player opposite him.
“I’ll kiss mine good-bye,” said Nell, as she dropped her pasteboards in the discard.
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“Raise you $500,” put in Ben, looking at the first bettor.
“Five hundred more,” was the third man’s bid.
“It’s too hot for me,” was the comment of the fourth, as he pushed his cards away from him.
It was raised in jumps of $500 until there was about $11,000 up, and Ben had been boosting every raise as fast as it came to him.
Then the call was made and the show-down was worth going miles to see, for the battle at the finish had narrowed down to Ben and one other.
“Take a check for the next bet?” asked the other.
“No,” came the terse28 answer.
“Then I’ll have to call you. But I’ve got you beaten!”
For answer Ben spread out his invincibles.
For a moment the silence was painful.
“Are they good?” asked Ben.
“You know damned well they are,” came the answer.
Then Mr. Benjamin Van Buren, mining engineer, of Portland, Ore., gathered in the oof in the most leisurely29 manner possible.
“Now you can buy me that new hat you promised me, can’t you, Ben?” said Nellie.
“I sure can buy you a dozen hats now if you want them.”
Exactly thirty minutes later three men were lined up against the bar below.
“You can talk from here to the Coast, if you want to,” said one, “but I tell you the woman did the trick. Didn’t she deal the cards? I tell you she short-carded us. She’s a gold mine.”
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