"What's your game?" cried another.
"Nothing, gentlemen. I lie down. That's all. It's my privilege."
The gambler ground his teeth and placed his cards on the table.
"Aren't you going to finish the game?" asked Ralston with elaborate sarcasm.
"Of course we are," shot back Farrer. "Only to see a man do a damn fool thing like that is enough to bust up any game." He looked at his cards.
"I'm out," he added shortly.
The first gambler did not seem to regard his hand any longer with favor, for he "dropped" immediately. So also did the second, and the third drew the chips toward him, no cards having been disclosed.
Steadman was still giggling feebly.
"I say," he mumbled again, "you are easy! Four jacks! O my! O——"
"Do you think so?" inquired Ralston politely, as he reached quickly across the table and, picking up the first gambler's hand, turned it over. The man grabbed for the cards, but he was an instant too late. Four aces lay under the gaslight.