"And another five," said Larrabee.
For the first time, Jasperson hesitated. "You sure you mean it, professor? I kind of hate to clean you out, especially because I doubt if you can afford it."
"Suppose you let me be the judge of what is, after all, a private matter?"
"All right, it's you that will go bankrupt, not me. And another five."
"See you, and raise you five!"
Jasperson sat back and pondered, his cold eyes calculating. "Now let's review the situation, just among friends. The professor's a smart man, and he isn't rich. He saw me draw one card, so he can make a pretty good guess what I probably hold, if I drew the right card, but he's playing a pat hand, and playing as if he meant it. Well, I've put a lot of credits in that pot, but I never did believe in throwing good money after bad, even in a friendly game. I quit."
"What? You mean you're going to drop out without even seeing me?"
"I know when I'm licked. Five credits is five credits, even to me." He threw down his cards and reached to gather in the deck.
Slowly Professor Larrabee raked in the chips, as Jasperson went on complacently.