"So I laid my cue down and excused myself and went into the Dapper Dan—that's the men's room—and I'm looking for a window. But it was all barred. I said to myself, 'You little idiot, you finally got caught.' So I went out and started stalling, trying to slow him down. This bothered him a little, and then I left the cue ball on the end rail where he had to take deliberate scratches, which cost you a penalty of 2 each time, and he lost a full rack of balls that way. And believe it or not, I just eked him out 50-48 or something close like that and what do you think happens? The people walk me around on their shoulders, they hate this barber so much, and they've never seen him beat.
"So the owner came over and said, 'Kid, do you know any trick shots?' So I set up the old scenic railway shot with the cues on the table and a few others and then they passed the hat and I got another $3. What a night! Then a young fellow in the crowd came up to me and said why don't I stay with him and his family for a few days, rest up and swim and fish and stuff. So I go out there and I'm there a week and one night at the dinner table the father, he had taken a liking to me, he says, 'Well, Dan, I got you all set up. I got you a job with the Sinclair Oil Company starting in the morning.'
"So you want to know how the mind of a hustler works? Well, I'll tell you. At 6 o'clock the next morning I was on a freight train headed for Amarillo."