"In what way?"
"That was quite a little bluff you threw into us—those selling orders. Orders are cheap before business hours."
"So you think I'll call you up in the morning, bright and early, and cancel?"
Borneman nodded with a nervous, jerky motion of his head.
"I suppose you've been sort of fretting over those orders all evening. Trouble with you, Al, is you don't play poker: great game. Teaches you to size up a bluff from a stacked hand."
"I've got your game figured out this time all right," said Borneman, with his ferret's squint.
"Have you told Haggerdy?" said Drake laughing. "You have. Want a little bet on it? A thousand I'll tell you exactly what you've figured out."
He took a bill from his pocketbook and held it out tauntingly.
"Are you game?"
Borneman hesitated and frowned.