Well, Maxwell took up my challenge to play single-'anded, and we set down to our match. Louis and Morgan wos playin' the same game—piquet it wos—in another part of the room, but 'earin' the big talk atween me and Maxwell they left off and come to our table.
"D'yer mind my lookin' over yer 'and?" sed Louis to me.
"Not a bit," I answered. "I'm winnin', and I ain't sooperstitious."
In course I palmed the cards, but it'd 'ave took a cleverer chap nor Louis to ketch me. I ought to be rollin' in money.
"Rubicon'd agin!" cried Maxwell with a oath, dashin' 'is fist on the table.
"Keep yer 'air on," I said with a larf as I picked up the cards. "I'll give yer a chance. What d'yer say to two-pound points?"
"Done with you," sed Maxwell, wery eager.
"'Ow much 'ave yer won?" arst Louis.
"Count it up for me," sed I, givin' 'im the paper where the score was marked down.
"It's over a thousand," 'e cried with blazin' eyes.