one o'clock
In him the superstitions of both miner and gambler mingled . The cards had run against him for three years , now they were falling in his favor . `` I will take advantage of them , '' he declared . Slowly the crowd thinned out , and at one o'clock only a few inveterate poker-players and one or two young fellows who were still `` bucking '' the roulette wheel remained and , calling one of his men to take charge , Haney nodded to Williams and they went out on the street . As he reached the cold , crisp , deliciously rarefied air outside , he took off his hat and involuntarily looked up at the stars blazing thick in the deep-blue midnight sky . With solemn voice he said to his partner : `` Well , ` Spot , ' right here Mart Haney 's saloon business ends . We 're all in . ''