There he was, the youthful drummer, doing in his boyish way just what we were—making a living, and supporting somebody, too, by finding his customer and then selling him. He was bright, clean and active; but sadly crippled.
"Let's buy him out," said the youngest of our party—I was now one of them.
"No, let's make a jackpot, the winner to give all the winnings to the boy for his berries," spoke up the oldest.
The pot was opened on the first hand. The limit had been ten cents, but the opener said "I'll 'crack' it for fifty cents, if all are agreed."
Every man stayed in—for the boy! Strangely enough four of us caught on the draw.
"Bet fifty cents," said the opener.
"Call your fifty," said numbers two and three, dropping in their chips.
"Raise it fifty," spoke up number four.
The other three "saw the raise."
"Three Jacks," said the opener.