"He certainly didn't play as if he did," admitted Sam. "But if he didn't know poker, he had no business to sit in the game."
"Not with a gun at his head?"
"Hum! I'd forgotten the gun. I suppose that did have something to do with it. It wasn't loaded, though."
"It was no better than stealing. It was stealing."
"Funny thing about it," mused the boatman, as if he did not hear her, "but he didn't seem to care much, one way or the other. Why, he yawned in my face, ma'am."
The creature baffled her completely.
"Have you no compunctions whatever about the manner in which you took his money?" she asked curiously.
"Compunctions—about him? I'm afraid not. He stole it in the first place, didn't he?"
"He won it—fairly!" exclaimed Rosalind. "You knew he had it, and you've been plotting and planning to get it for days and days."
"Maybe," he admitted.