"I don't believe you!" flashed Dick.
"No? Well, wait till I do it then!" There was amused tolerance in
Saltash's rejoinder. "You'll pipe another tune then, I fancy."
"Shall I?" Dick said. He paused a moment, his eyes, extremely bright, fixed unwaveringly upon the swarthy face in front of him. "If I do—you'll dance to it!" he said with grim assurance.
Saltash smothered a laugh. "Well done, I say! You've scored a point at last! I was waiting for that. You'll like me better now, most worthy cavalier. I daren't suggest a drink under the circumstances, but I'll owe you one." He extended his hand with a royal air. "Will you shake?"
Dick held back. "Will you play the game?" he said.
Saltash grinned. "My own game? Certainly! I always do."
Dick's hand came out to him. Somehow he was hard to refuse. "A straight game?" he said.
Saltash's brows expressed amused surprise. "I always play straight—till
I begin to lose,—chevalier," he said.
"And then—you cheat?" questioned Dick.
"Like the devil," laughed Saltash. "We all do that. Don't you?"