"All right; if you will have it so swing out your roll. I'm betting heavy on this hand, but I've warned you, remember."
"Yes, but you can't bluff me," said Desmond.
CHAPTER IX.
ALMOST A BREAK—A NOVEL GAME TO ROB—OUR HERO'S ARTISTIC ACTING—A TABLEAU AND A GRAND SURPRISE.
Again the sharp fixed his eyes upon our hero, but it was not a give-away; Desmond was playing his game too well. He appeared like an excited gambler, an amateur, who apparently believed he had a sure thing.
"I'll warn you once more," said the sharp.
"To the dogs with your warning, you daren't bet."
"Oh, yes, I dare bet, but I like you; I've a dead sure hand, you can't beat me."
"That's my lookout."
"Then you know just what you are doing?"