Hargraves pulled forth his roll of bills and placed it on the table; then, placing a hand on the arm of Challoner, he exclaimed vehemently, so that the other should not forget it:—
"It's understood now, Challoner, that if I win you're to leave us alone—sure?"
Pemmican left the room and closed the door behind him. Challoner smiled across the table, and a new, strange expression crossed his features that Hargraves did not, could not understand.
"Sure," repeated Challoner, placing the decanter upon the table. Then they started in to play.
Twenty minutes later Pemmican rushed pell-mell into Room A.
"There's a big row on," he said to himself; "a row over a lady and a game of cards."
And so it proved.
There was a row on between the men who occupied Room A, and but for the isolation of the room it was a row that might well have roused the house.
"You've lost, I tell you!" one of the men exclaimed; the other laughed boisterously, defiantly, victoriously.