“No, not for my life, Nate Godard! But I’m playing for something as dear to me as life.”
“A fortune, eh?” grinned Godard, not in the least disturbed.
“No, not a fortune,” snapped Kendall.
The dealer glanced across the table at him, still shuffling the cards for the next deal, but he said nothing.
Godard, however, could not resist voicing the thought that arose in his mind.
“Well, if you’re playing for something more dear than either life or fortune, Kendall, you’re taking infernally long chances,” said he pointedly. “Honor is something not wisely staked upon a faro layout, and if——”
In an instant Kendall was upon his feet, ghastly with passion.
“Who spoke of honor?” he cried furiously. “Do you dare imply that I——”
Clang!
The bell on the hall door had rung sharply.