I'm pretty sure that Dangerous Dan was playing solitaire, and that there was no money involved at this point. Later, the mysterious stranger "tilted a poke of dust on the bar and called for drinks for the house", but this story is about much more than money. I could have quoted the whole poem from memory, but it was easier to provide a link to it.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45082/the-shooting-of-dan-mcgrew
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