“I did no better in the draw, and I had sense enough to lay down when Storms threw in a dollar, for he had stood pat, and I didn’t feel like holding up a bluff from where I sat. The next man had drawn two, and he hesitated, but finally put up his dollar. Davison held his hand pat also, and raised Storms a dollar. The next two laid down.
“Storms raised back, and my left-hand neighbor laid down, leaving the struggle to the two men. Davison raised it five dollars, and one of the men who had pulled out exclaimed: ‘I thought it was a dollar limit?’
“‘Well, what business is it of yours?’ said Davison savagely. ‘Storms is the only one that has a right to kick. If he is afraid to bet I’ll stick to the limit,’ he added with a sneer.
“Storms laughed. ‘I’ll see your five and raise you ten’ he said, putting up the money.
“Davison pulled out a wallet and, putting a ten-dollar bill on the table, said: ‘That’s all the money I have with me, but I’ll give you an order on my pay and raise you ten.’
“‘And I’ll see that the order is not paid,’ said the foreman, quietly.
“There was a moment’s silence, and then the foreman spoke again. ‘I don’t propose to interfere with anything you fellows do within reason, but I am not going to see you robbing your families.’
“‘He is right,’ said Storms. ‘I don’t want to play out of reason. Perhaps we have gone far enough.’
“‘Oh, well, if you are afraid,’ said Davison, insultingly, ‘I just make it a call.’
“Storms laughed again good-naturedly, and said: ‘Well, let it go at that,’ and he laid his cards down, face up.