Shultz gave the player at his left a long, hard look. “I wonder if you’re trying to bluff,” he speculated.
“You’ll find out presently,” answered Roy.
“I ought to raise it again, but I’m going to call, and here’s my hand. Can you beat it?”
“The pot is mine,” said Hooker, spreading out his cards for all to see. “My cards are better.” He reached out with both hands and raked the pile of chips toward him.
“Well, of all infernal luck!” snarled Shultz, flinging his cards fiercely down upon the table. “I thought my flush was good. It looks queer to me. You dealt the cards, Hooker.”
Instantly Roy bridled. “What do you mean by that? I hope you don’t insinuate that there was anything crooked about that deal? You cut.”
“I know I did, but some fellows can——”
“Hold on, Charley,” interrupted Osgood. “There’s no one here that’s going to play crooked. You haven’t any right to think such a thing. I was watching, and I’ll guarantee the deal was on the level.”
“Oh, well, if you guarantee it——”
“You might apologize, Shultz,” said Hooker, his voice hard and his face full of wrath.