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The
slab
table
is
between
them
,
upon
which
is
soon
displayed
,
not
their
supper
,
but
a
pack
of
Spanish
cards
,
which
every
Mexican
vagabondo
carries
under
his
serapé
.
Cavallo
and
soto
(
queen
and
knave
)
are
laid
face
upward
;
a
monté
table
is
established
;
the
cards
are
shuffled
;
and
the
play
proceeds
.
Absorbed
in
calculating
the
chances
of
the
game
,
an
hour
passes
without
note
being
taken
of
the
time
.
El
Coyote
is
banker
,
and
also
croupier
.
The
cries
"
Cavallo
en
la
puerta
!
"
"
Soto
mozo
!
"
"
The
queen
in
the
gate
!
"
"
The
knave
winner
!
"
--
at
intervals
announced
in
set
phrase
--
echo
from
the
skin-covered
walls
.
The
silver
dollars
are
raked
along
the
rough
table
,
their
sharp
chink
contrasting
with
the
soft
shuffle
of
the
cards
.
All
at
once
a
more
stentorous
sound
interrupts
the
play
,
causing
a
cessation
of
the
game
.
It
is
the
screech
of
the
inebriate
,
who
,
awaking
from
his
trance
of
intoxication
,
perceives
for
the
first
time
the
queer
company
that
share
with
him
the
shelter
of
the
jacalé
.
The
players
spring
to
their
feet
,
and
draw
their
machetés
.
Phelim
stands
a
fair
chance
of
being
skewered
on
three
long
Toledos
.
He
is
only
saved
by
a
contingency
--
another
interruption
that
has
the
effect
of
staying
the
intent
.
