One way in which a poker player seeks to judge the strength of an opponent’s hand is by the opponent’s draw. In this case neither Hanks nor Chet received any such hint.
The Harvard man produced his money, saying:
“I think I’ll have to have twenty-five dollars’ worth of chips, Arlington.”
Chester quietly counted them out, taking the proffered money and making change.
“I’ll have to have the same amount,” he nodded. “I’m bound to keep even with you.”
“Lock the door! lock the door!” palpitated Harmford. “Who’s armed? Who’s got a pistol? Let him give it up before there’s any further betting.”
“I always carry a pistol,” laughed Hanks, “but I’ve never had occasion to use it. Certainly I can’t think it necessary now.”
Once more the betting was taken up, and not until fully fifty dollars had been put into the pot by each of them was a call made. At length, Chester announced that he was satisfied, and that he would call.
“A touch of cold feet?” murmured Hanks.
“I don’t think so.”