"The deuce you say," he answered, with a stare. "I'll take three."
"I'll pass it up to you," continued Blix gravely.
"Well—well, I'll bet you five chips."
"Raise you twenty."
Condy studied his hand, laid down the cards, picked them up again, scratched his head, and moved uneasily in his place. Then he threw down two high pairs.
"No," he said; "I won't see you. What did you have? Let's see, just for the fun of it."
Blix spread her cards on the table.
"Not a blessed thing!" exclaimed Condy. "I might have known it. There's my last dollar gone, too. Lend me fifty cents, Blix."
Blix shook her head.
"Why, what a little niggard!" he exclaimed aggrievedly. "I'll pay them all back to you."