“I’m the one that’s got cold feet,” confessed Harmford. “On my word, my teeth are chattering. Do hurry up and show your hand.”
“Of course you may take it back,” said Hanks, still keeping his eyes on Chester. “You may go on betting if you wish to.”
“I’ve called,” nodded Chester grimly.
“How large is your straight?”
“I haven’t a straight.”
“Oh! Then how large is your flush?”
“I haven’t a flush.”
“Then it must be a full hand!” cried Hanks. “But I think my full house is good enough. Just take a look at it.”
He spread out three aces and a pair of queens.
“How does that look to you?” he inquired triumphantly.