Graham challenged. “If I’d lost I’d have protested the bet. It was a crooked game, a conspiracy, and competent counsel, I am confident, would declare it a felony. It’s a case for the district attorney.”

“But you won,” Ernestine cried.

“I certainly did, and, therefore, I shall not prosecute you, nor any one of your crooked gang — if the bets are paid promptly. Let me see — you owe me a box of cigars — ”

“One cigar, sir!”

“A box! A box!” “Cross tag!” Paula cried. “Let’s play cross-tag! — You’re IT!”

Suiting action to word, she tagged Graham on the