again. "Huh! I near forgot. Th' boss wants to see you."
"Who? Kane? What about?"
"He'll tell you that, I reckon."
"All right. Tell him I'm in here."
The other grinned. "I said th' boss wants to see you."
"Shore; I heard you."
"People he wants to see go to him."
"Oh, all right; why didn't you say so first off? Where is he?"
"Thorpe will show you th' way. Whatever th' boss says, don't you go on th' prod. If yore feelin's get hurt, don't relieve 'em till you get out of his sight."
"I've played poker too long to act sudden," grinned Bill, easily.
His breakfast over, he sauntered into the gambling-room and stopped in front of Kit Thorpe, whose welcoming grin was quite a change from his attitude of the day before. "I've been told Kane wants to see me. Here I am."
Thorpe opened the door, followed his companion through it and paused to close and bolt it, after which he kept close to the other's heels and gave terse, grunted directions. "Straight ahead—to th' left—to th' right—straight ahead. Don't make no false moves after you open that door. Go ahead—push it open."
Bill obeyed and found himself in an oblong room which ran up to the opaque glass of a skylight fifteen feet above the floor, and five feet below the second skylight on the roof, in both of which the small panes were set in heavy metal bars. The room was cool and well ventilated.
