“Mine is worth $500,” remarked the player opposite him.
“I’ll kiss mine good-bye,” said Nell, as she dropped her pasteboards in the discard.
“Raise you $500,” put in Ben, looking at the first bettor.
“Five hundred more,” was the third man’s bid.
“It’s too hot for me,” was the comment of the fourth, as he pushed his cards away from him.
It was raised in jumps of $500 until there was about $11,000 up, and Ben had been boosting every raise as fast as it came to him.
Then the call was made and the show-down was worth going miles to see, for the battle at the finish had narrowed down to Ben and one other.
“Take a check for the next bet?” asked the other.
“No,” came the terse answer.
“Then I’ll have to call you. But I’ve got you beaten!”