Gambling: Midway on the Strip

The gambler had just doubled his money on a natural seven, but before he could sweep in his chips, a loud drum roll echoed through the garish, tentlike concrete hall. He looked up at the high wire overhead to see one of the Flying Cavarettas flip over three times in the air and land in the arms of her brother. The act distracted him just long enough for the dice shooter to roll a crap three, wiping out the gambler's winnings. He collected his remaining chips, glared at a cavorting clown, shouldered past...