"Well, there's his hundred," the player said. "What you got? Come on—show 'em." He leaned forward.
"All the bullets," Gavin replied. He spread four aces face up, while his other hand reached for the pot.
The other stranger leaned forward, also, peering at the cards. Suddenly he started and his hand shot toward them. But Gavin's fell on it, pinning it to the table.
"What are you trying to do?" he demanded. Beneath the coldness of his tone there was something hard and menacing. The stranger wrenched to free his hand. It remained pinned in Gavin's grasp.
"I want to see those cards!" he cried with an oath.
"Where do you come in?" Gavin asked. "You didn't call me."
"But I did," the losing stranger broke in. "I want to see those cards, and I'm going to."
"You're looking at them now," Gavin pointed out.
Gerald coolly swept up the cards.
"I dealt them," he said. "They look all right to me. Four aces and a club seven. Take a look at them, Mackay, and see if this man has anything to kick at."