“I’ll take one,” said Osgood.
Springer called for two, and, glancing over Phil’s shoulder, Piper saw what he held.
“Why, he had me beat,” thought Sleuth. “What can those other fellows hold?”
“How many do you want, Shultz?” asked Hooker.
“I’ll play these,” was the announcement.
“And I’ll play mine without drawing,” said Roy, a touch of excitement creeping into his voice in spite of himself.
“Fine! fine!” laughed Osgood. “I had a fine chance, didn’t I! You’ve got all of my chips that you’ll get. I’m going to drop.”
Springer swallowed once more. “Gee!” he breathed. “I cuc-can’t drop; I’ve got to bet. I make it a white chip.”
Shultz and Hooker did some betting that caused Springer’s eyes to bulge.
“Great fish-hooks!” spluttered Phil. “You’re a pup-pup-pair of robbers! Guess I’ve been fool enough. I’ll lay down, too.”