“That man,” continued Smith, as he passed us, “was practically under arrest for gambling on the steamer in which I came over. It seems that he is a regular professional gambler, who does nothing but go across the ocean and back again, fleecing young fellows like Storm.”
“Does he cheat?” I asked.
“He doesn’t need to. He plays poker. An old hand, and a cool one, has no occasion to cheat at that game to get a young one’s money away from him.”
“Then why doesn’t some one warn young Storm?”
“Well, that’s just what I wanted to speak to you about. I think it ought to be done. I think we should call a meeting of our table, somewhere out here in the quiet, and have a talk over it, and make up our mind what is to be done. It’s a delicate matter, you know, and I am afraid we are a little late as it is. I do believe young Storm has lost nearly all his money to that fellow.”
“Can’t he be made to disgorge?”
“How? The money has been won fairly enough, as that sort of thing goes. Other fellows have played with them. It isn’t as if he had been caught cheating—he hasn’t, and won’t be. He doesn’t cheat—he doesn’t need to, as I said before. Now that gambler pretends he is a commercial traveller from Buffalo. I know Buffalo down to the ground, so I took him aside yesterday and said plumply to him, ‘What firm in Buffalo do you represent?’ He answered shortly that his business was his own affair. I said, ‘Certainly it is, and you are quite right in keeping it dark. When I was coming over to Europe, I saw a man in your line of business who looked very much like you, practically put under arrest by the purser for gambling. You were travelling for a St. Louis house then.’”
“What did he say to that?”
“Nothing; he just gave me one of those sly, sinister looks of his, turned on his heel, and left me.”
The result of this conversation was the inauguration of the Society for the Reforming of a Poker Player. It was agreed between us that if young Storm had lost all his money we would subscribe enough as a loan to take care of him until he got a remittance from home. Of course we knew that any young fellow who goes out to America to begin farming, does not, as a general rule, leave people in England exceedingly well off, and probably this fact, more than any other, accounted for the remorse visible on Storm’s countenance. We knew quite well that the offering of money to him would be a very delicate matter, but it was agreed that Smith should take this in hand if we saw the offer was necessary. Then I, as the man who sat at the head of the table, was selected to speak to young Storm, and, if possible, get him to abandon poker. I knew this was a somewhat impudent piece of business on my part, and so I took that evening to determine how best to perform the task set for me. I resolved to walk the deck with him in the morning, and have a frank talk over the matter.