“Can yez bate that?” he cried, triumphantly. “Give us the pot, naygur. Yez are no good.”
But Pomp put one black paw over the pile of chips.
“‘Jes’ wait one minnit, Pish.”
“Whurro! Yez can’t bate it!” cried Barney, confidently.
He had thrown a good hand containing four kings and two aces. But Pomp quietly laid down four aces!
The picture was one well worthy of an artist. For a moment the two card players gazed at the six aces in amazement. It was a very curious anomaly that there should be six aces in one pack of cards.
Then Barney sprang up furiously.
“Begorra, it’s a big cheat ye are!” he cried, angrily. “Whoever saw the loikes av that? Be me sowl, the hull pile is mine!”
“Don’ yo’ put yo’ hands on dem chips, Pish!” cried Pomp, angrily.
“P’raps yo’ kin tell me wharfore youse got dem two aces, maybe youse can?”