The one-eyed man was as quiet as ever, but he carefully counted out the equivalent of Stumpy’s bet, and added ten dollars to it, shoving the entire sum into the pot.
Not even at that was Gallagher daunted, but after exploring his pockets carefully he declared he was all in with about twelve dollars. He made bigger wages than Stumpy, but spent his money more freely.
Long Mike said nothing until he had carefully portioned out the pot, putting the share in which Gallagher had an interest in one pile, and that which Stumpy expected to win in another. Then he made good, up to the amount of the one-eyed man’s wager, and raised him twenty dollars.
That worthy appeared entirely undisturbed. All the chips on the table were already in the pot, and he produced a small roll of bills from an inside pocket which he proceeded to count. Finding some sixty dollars in it, he threw it all on the table.
Long Mike covered it, and raised one hundred dollars.
“Well,” said the one-eyed man, “I reckon that will be about enough till after the draw,” and he made good.
“How many?” said Gallagher, as he picked up the deck.
“Well, ye moight give me wan,” said Long Mike, with ostentatious indifference. And when Gallagher dealt it to him, he let it lie face down.
“These’ll do me,” said Stumpy, and it was observable that the ring of confidence was lacking in the tone of his voice.
The one-eyed man skinned his cards carefully before calling for any, and for just one instant an expression of bewilderment might have been noted on his face, but after a moment’s hesitation he also called for one card.