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He finished, drank water from a tap, walked back by the game. One man,
the dealer, a heavyset, balding man, looked up.

'Go to bed, sonny. This is way over your head.'

'Children's money's not good, huh?' Garvin asked.

The dealer started to snap, then smiled, a rather nasty smirk. He
evaluated Jaansma, absently twisting a large silver ring on his left
hand back and forth. Finally, he said, 'You wanna get burned, it's your
business. I got no objections. Anybody else?'

Kipchak seemed about to say something, then shook his head. The others
shrugged or nodded as well.

'Table stakes, so you best be ready for some hard ridin', troop, and no
sinvelin' when we wipe you out,' the dealer said. 'Go get your stash.'

Garvin went to his bunk, spun the combination wheels on his small
carryall, took out a pair of socks. Inside was a thick roll of bills. He
dressed hurriedly, making sure his boots were carefully strapped.

Njangu's eyes were open. 'What's going on?'

'There's a game back in the refresher. Thought I' d get in it.'

'Didn't think you were a gambler.'

'I'm not.' Jaansma hesitated. 'And neither is the guy with the cards.
He's a mechanic.'

Njangu sat up. 'What're you gonna do about it?'

'Make me some money.'

'Be careful.'

'I'm always...' Jaansma broke off, thought a minute. 'You want in on the
action?'

'I don't play cards.'

'You don't have to. Look, I just got an idea that'll make for a lot of
fun for everybody.'

Garvin spoke in low, quick tones. Njangu frowned, then started grinning.

'One question,' he said. 'Why're we doing this? It could mean trouble.'