“Do you make it a dollar?” inquired Hanks.
“My money talks,” nodded Chet.
“Well, you’re going some! But you’ve just begun. I’ll have to part with one of my blue babies, and I think I’ll send another one along to keep it company.”
“That’s a bit over the limit,” reminded Chester. “If you’ll pull down a couple of red ones, you’ll be right.”
“Oh, yes,” said Hanks, as he secured two red chips, “you’re correct, Arlington. I boost you an even dollar.”
“You must have something good,” observed Chet, with a faltering air.
“The show-down will tell whether I have or not. On my word, I hate to win the first pot, but I have to play these cards for all there is in them.”
“Don’t worry about taking the first pot,” said Chester. “You haven’t taken it yet, have you?”
“No, but——”
“Well, I’ll just boost you another blue one.”