"Why, Slim, I wouldn't let you run loose now for a million. You got that
ugly look in your eyes. I know you, partner!"

And to the unutterable astonishment of Terry, the man pulled his gun from
its holster and passed it up to her, his eyes fighting hers, his hand
moving slowly. She stepped back, weighing the heavy weapons in her hands.
Then she faced Phil Marvin with glittering eyes.

"It ain't the first time you been accused of queer stunts with the dice.
What's the straight of it, Phil? Been doing anything to these dice?"

"Me? Sure I ain't!"

Her glance lingered on him the least part of a second.

"H'm!" said the girl. "Maybe not."

Slim was on his feet, eager. "Take a look at 'em, Kate. Take a look at
them dice!"

She held them up to the light--then dropped them into a pocket of her
skirt. "I'll look at 'em in the morning, Slim."

"The stuff'll be dry by that time!"

"Dry or not, that's what I'm going to do. I won't trust lamplight."

Slim turned on his heel and flung himself sulkily down on the blanket,
fighting her with sullen eyes. She turned on Phil.