“I never heard o’ that,” she says; but I noticed when we got to playin’ that everybody that made thirty points called it a game.
“Don’t we see the prizes before we start?” I ast her. “I want to know whether to play my best or not.”
“If you win the prize and don’t like it,” she says, “I guess you can get it exchanged.”
“They tell me you’re the shark amongst the womenfolks,” says I; “so it’s a safe bet that you didn’t pick out no lady’s prize that isn’t OK.”
I noticed some o’ the other men was slippin’ her their ante; so I parted with a two-spot. Then I found where I was to set at. It was Table Number Three, Couple Number One. My pardner was a strappin’ big woman with a name somethin’ like Rowley or Phillips. Our opponents was Mrs. Garrett and Mr. Messenger. Mrs. Garrett looked like she’d been livin’ on the kind of a meal she’d gave us, and Mr. Messenger could of set in the back seat of a flivver with two regular people without crowdin’ nobody. So I says to my pardner:
“Well, pardner, we got ’em outweighed, anyway.”
They was two decks o’ cards on the table. I grabbed one o’ them and begun to deal ’em face up.
“First jack,” I says.
“If you don’t mind, we’ll cut for deal,” says Mrs. Garrett.
So we cut the cards and it seemed like the low cut got the deal and that was Mrs. Garrett herself.
“Which deck’ll we play with?” I ast.