“I’ll stand pat.”
“I’ll take three.”
“Major, I think these are worth a fiver.”
“Mine are worth ten.”
“Well, let me see. I’ll see that ten and raise you twenty.”
“Kilters won’t work in a Jack-pot. I think you’re bluffing with that pat hand.”
“It will only cost you twenty pounds more to find out.”
“I’ll see that twenty and raise you fifty,” said the major.
“There is your fifty, and one hundred on top. Now your curiosity may be more expensive. I think it will take all that to make me even,” rejoined the doctor. The Englishman hesitated, and raised it another hundred.
“Well, here goes; I’ll call you. I don’t like high play among friends, Major. What have you got?”