"I don't think I want to learn."
Sid grinned and Brower, the ledgerman, called:
"Aw, Nelsy, be a sport; we need some of this outside money."
The boys laughed in chorus and trooped through the office in the direction of the back stairway. There were rooms for juniors above the bank, and one of these was the party's destination.
"We'll look for you, kid," whispered Marks in passing the cash-book desk.
Nelson did not reply. He did not like to refuse the boys; besides, he was curious to know just how they acted in a game of poker, and he wanted a little cheap diversion. When his cash-book was ruled up for the following day he locked the vault, and saying to himself that he would just have a look-in for sociability's sake, went upstairs.
The four players were seated at a round table on which were five heaps of matches, one in the centre of the table and one at the elbow of each man. Evan sneaked in quietly and had learned something about poker before he was noticed. Several mysteries, including that attaching to the name "pot," had been solved in his mind before Levison felt the presence of an intruder and turned around with:
"Hello, Nelsy, come right in. Did you bring a little of that outside money?"
Evan smiled.
"I don't even know how to spell money," he said.