"How many have we, Shorty?" Smoke inquired.
Shorty cleared his throat and performed mental arithmetic aloud. "Lemme see. Nine hundred an' seventy-three minus nine, that leaves nine hundred an' sixty-two. An' the whole shootin'-match, at ten a throw, will tote up just about nine thousand six hundred an' twenty iron dollars. Of course, Wild Water, we're playin' fair, an' it's money back for bad ones, though they ain't none. That's one thing I never seen in the Klondike--a bad egg. No man's fool enough to bring in a bad egg."
"That's fair," Smoke added. "Money back for the bad ones, Wild Water. And there's our proposition--nine thousand six hundred and twenty dollars for every egg in the Klondike."
"You might play them up to twenty a throw an' double your money," Shorty suggested.
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