Steve nodded.
"Playing my luck," he answered.
The dealer turned lack-lustre eyes upon Steve's card, then upon his own which he turned up. It was the four of clubs.
"I've the hunch that will beat you, pardner," he said listlessly. "But I'll come again."
He turned another card, a deuce.
"That'll about beat you," he suggested. He leaned forward for Steve's card. "Unless you've got a seven in the hole."
And a seven it was; the bright red seven of hearts. The dealer paid, ten dollars to Steve's ten.
"Come again?" he asked.
"Not to-night," returned Packard. "I took just the one flutter to show Blenham."
He turned and saw that Blenham had already slipped quietly out of the room. Dan Hodges, his face a fiery red, was just coming back from the card-room. With him was the big timber boss.