The crap-shooters, negro and white, squatted in a circle on the cabin floor, snapping their fingers and calling their points monotonously.

And they's half a dozen would mortgage their souls if I'd stake 'em to enough downstairs to get them into a crap game, or something.

Oliver put them in his pocket and walked toward the crap tables.

"Arrested him on an old crap charge?" The little man nodded.

It's a crap shoot from here on, guy.