"I haven't much money"—Smart hesitated—"and just came in the game to pass the time, but if the rest are willing, I'll stay."
Wilson Smith looked around approvingly. "I'll make it fifty dollars better than what there's in it." He drew a cigar from his pocket and lit it with an easy air.
"I'll have to make it two hundred better," Jacobs protested grimly. "I hate to gamble, but I can't let a hand like this pass me."
"Oh, I haven't any money like that." Captain Smart's brows were raised in surprise. "Fifty is all I can show."
"Well, I'm sorry about that," said Jacobs. "Of course we'll give you a show, but the limit was put off on purpose to let us play keards."
Smart was aware of a heavy hand upon his shoulder. He turned, and found Bahama Bill standing close to him.
"Take dis hear, cap." And Bill thrust an enormous roll of bills unto his pile upon the table. "I'll stand by toe see yo' through."
Wilson Smith looked up again, and then called for Stormalong Journegan.
"Journegan," said he, "this is the second time I have had to speak to you about being annoyed. If it happens again there'll be trouble."