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I
could
of
watched
McMurphy
at
that
blackjack
table
all
night
,
the
way
he
dealt
and
talked
and
roped
them
in
and
led
them
smack
up
to
the
point
where
they
were
just
about
to
quit
,
then
backed
down
a
hand
or
two
to
give
them
confidence
and
bring
them
along
again
.
Once
he
took
a
break
for
a
cigarette
and
tilted
back
in
his
chair
,
his
hands
folded
behind
his
head
,
and
told
the
guys
,
"
The
secret
of
being
a
top-notch
con
man
is
being
able
to
know
what
the
mark
wants
,
and
how
to
make
him
think
he
's
getting
it
.
I
learned
that
when
I
worked
a
season
on
a
skillo
wheel
in
a
carnival
.
You
fe-e-el
the
sucker
over
with
your
eyes
when
he
comes
up
and
you
say
,
'
Now
here
's
a
bird
that
needs
to
feel
tough
.
'
So
every
time
he
snaps
at
you
for
taking
him
you
quake
in
your
boots
,
scared
to
death
,
and
tell
him
,
'
Please
,
sir
.
No
trouble
.
The
next
roll
is
on
the
house
,
sir
.
'
So
the
both
of
you
are
getting
what
you
want
.
"
He
rocks
forward
,
and
the
legs
of
his
chair
come
down
with
a
crack
.
He
picks
up
the
deck
,
zips
his
thumb
over
it
,
knocks
the
edge
of
it
against
the
table
top
,
licks
his
thumb
and
finger
.
"
And
what
I
deduce
you
marks
need
is
a
big
fat
pot
to
temptate
you
.
Here
's
ten
packages
on
the
next
deal
.
Hey-yah
,
comin
'
at
you
,
guts
ball
from
here
on
out
...
.
"
And
throws
back
his
head
and
laughs
out
loud
at
the
way
the
guys
hustled
to
get
their
bets
down
.
That
laugh
banged
around
the
day
room
all
evening
,
and
all
the
time
he
was
dealing
he
was
joking
and
talking
and
trying
to
get
the
players
to
laugh
along
with
him
.
But
they
were
all
afraid
to
loosen
up
;
it
'd
been
too
long
.
He
gave
up
trying
and
settled
down
to
serious
dealing
.
They
won
the
deal
off
him
a
time
or
two
,
but
he
always
bought
it
back
or
fought
it
back
,
and
the
cigarettes
on
each
side
of
him
grew
in
bigger
and
bigger
pyramid
stacks
.
Then
just
before
nine-thirty
he
started
letting
them
win
,
lets
them
win
it
all
back
so
fast
they
do
n't
hardly
remember
losing
.
He
pays
out
the
last
couple
of
cigarettes
and
lays
down
the
deck
and
leans
back
with
a
sigh
and
shoves
the
cap
out
of
his
eyes
,
and
the
game
is
done
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
win
a
few
,
lose
the
rest
is
what
I
say
.
"
He
shakes
his
head
so
forlorn
.
"
I
do
n't
know
--
I
was
always
a
pretty
shrewd
customer
at
twenty-one
,
but
you
birds
may
just
be
too
tough
for
me
.
You
got
some
kinda
uncanny
knack
,
makes
a
man
leery
of
playing
against
such
sharpies
for
real
money
tomorrow
.
"
He
is
n't
even
kidding
himself
into
thinking
they
fall
for
that
.
He
let
them
win
,
and
every
one
of
us
watching
the
game
knows
it
.
So
do
the
players
.
But
there
still
is
n't
a
man
raking
his
pile
of
cigarettes
--
cigarettes
he
did
n't
really
win
but
only
won
back
because
they
were
his
in
the
first
place
--
that
does
n't
have
a
smirk
on
his
face
like
he
's
the
toughest
gambler
on
the
whole
Mississippi
.
