Hanks took one card. Harmford took two, but failed to better his hand.
“I think one will be enough for me,” said Chester.
The card Chet drew would have improved Harmford’s hand, for it was the fourth six spot. It did not improve Arlington’s hand, for Chester already held four eight spots.
Harmford bet a dollar. Arlington raised a dollar. Hanks pushed out three blue ones. Harmford began to look disgusted.
“One or both of you fellows filled your hands,” he observed, glaring at the three sixes he held. “What’s the use for me to stick?”
“We may be bluffing,” grinned Hanks.
“If you’re both bluffing, I’ll let you fight it out between you!” snapped Harmford, flinging down his cards. As he tossed them on the board one of those cards was faced, but he quickly covered it with his hand and turned it down.
“It’s up to you, Mr. Arlington,” nodded Hanks.
“In that case I shall have to give you another boost,” said Chester.
They continued to raise each other until Hanks had exhausted his supply of chips. Plunging down into his pockets, he raked up all the money he possessed.