“I’m not making any claims whatever. Let’s forget it.”
Three or four hands were played without any further excitement. Harmford won two small pots, which put him slightly ahead. Hanks sat grimly glowering from beneath his shaggy eyebrows. He was biding his time, feeling determined to get back at Arlington by hook or by crook. Finally, on an interesting jack pot, all three players remained, Hanks having opened. Hanks won this pot with three kings, Harmford having three trays, and Arlington two pairs.
“That’s just a flea bite,” observed the Harvard man.
“Well, it leaves me about even,” said Harmford. “Guess I’ve got a couple of dollars of somebody’s money here, but that’s all.”
On Arlington’s next deal things happened. Harmford discovered three sixes in his hand and made a bet. Chester stayed in without taking up his cards. Hanks raised Harmford. Those three sixes looked good, and Fred came back with another raise.
By this time Arlington had examined his hand. He now added to the excitement by raising a blue chip. Hanks studied his hand a few moments.
“I think I’ll stay right with you people,” he observed. “I’ll have to see you.”
“But you don’t raise?” inquired Chester.
“No.”
“Nor I,” said Harmford, making good.