“Pretty good,” nodded Chester. “How do these look to you?”
He lay down a king and four ten spots.
CHAPTER XI.
CAUGHT WITH THE GOODS.
Hanks stared at the cards displayed by Arlington, and then he swore.
“Where did you get them?” he finally demanded.
“Harmford dealt them to me.”
“And Harmford is a friend of yours!”
“No insinuation, I hope?” murmured Chester, an ugly flash in his eyes.
“Don’t you think it mighty strange you got a hand like that against this ace full of mine?” rasped Hanks.
“Well, it was rather odd,” admitted Chester. “But still, I must repeat that I hope you’re not insinuating. To begin with, I wish you to understand that Harmford is not a particular friend of mine. I met him for the first time in my life to-day at Meadwold. We have never played cards together before. If you’re not satisfied, Mr. Hanks——”