that spring from long practice. It was seen that she never looked
at her check-rack, but, when a bet required paying, picked up a
stack without turning her head; and they saw further that she
never reached twice, nor took a large pile and sized it up against
its mate, removing the extra disks, as is the custom. When she
stretched forth her hand she grasped the right number unerringly.
This is considered the acme of professional finish, and the Bronco
Kid smiled delightedly as he saw the wonder spread from the
lookout to the spectators and heard the speech of the men who
stood on chairs and tables for sight of the woman dealer.

For twenty minutes she continued, until the place became
congested, and never once did the lookout detect an error.

While she was busy, Glenister entered the front-door and pushed
his way back towards the theatre. He was worried and distrait, his
manner perturbed and unnatural. Silently and without apparent
notice he passed friends who greeted him.

"What ails Glenister to-night?" asked a by-stander. "He acts
funny,"

"Ain't you heard? Why, the Midas has been jumped. He's in a bad
way--all broke up."

The girl suddenly ceased without finishing the deck, and arose.

"Don't stop," said the Kid, while a murmur of dismay came from the
spectators. She only shook her head and drew on her gloves with a
show of ennui.