"There's some left," I told her. "Show me how." She hugged my arm to her skinniness. That's all any of the hustlers ever want--to get their hands on your chips. They figure some of them will stick to their fingers.
The gambler next to me had won a dollar bet without my help. He acted mighty glad for a win--maybe it was a while since he'd hit it. I decided to give him a run of luck.
Now in charge of my chips, Sniffles called the turn on every roll. She was hot. It wasn't just that she followed where the gambler next to me put his dough--she was ahead of him on pushing out the chips on half the rolls.
He quickly saw that my chips had stayed on the same side of the line each roll as his. He cursed me for a good luck mascot. "Stick with me, Lefty," he said. "We'll break the table!" I rammed a hard lift under his heart, and then, ashamed of myself, quit it. He turned pale before I took it off him.