The Prospector, who was the third player, looked up from his “hand” and drummed the table with the ends of his dirty fingers.

“Mind you make it real good,” said the Prospector, who stood, watching the operation.

Moonlight had armed himself with a pick, the Prospector had grasped a shovel, Tresco drew a revolver from inside his “jumper.”

Prospector dropped into camp with fist full of good looking quartz.