"I've seen it played," the half-caste murmured gently.
"What's that?" snapped Deacon. "Maybe you think you can play it?"
"Oh, no, not for a moment. I'm afraid I haven't head enough for it."
"It's a bully game, casino," Grief broke in pleasantly. "I like it very much."
Deacon ignored him.
"I'll play you ten quid a game—thirty-one points out," was the challenge to Peter Gee. "And I'll show you how little you know about cards. Come on! Where's a full deck?"
"No, thanks," the half-caste answered. "They are waiting for me in order to make up a bridge set."
"Yes, come on," Eddy Little begged eagerly. "Come on, Peter, let's get started."
"Afraid of a little game like casino," Deacon girded. "Maybe the stakes are too high. I'll play you for pennies—or farthings, if you say so."
The man's conduct was a hurt and an affront to all of them. McMurtrey could stand it no longer.