And they realized that, or Bell did, as soon as he'd had time to collect himself.

But it was too late then; he had betrayed himself and he knew it.

Oh, he was sore! He'd have flung me out if I'd been a man.

I got mad, too, and I told him it made no real difference whether I was bluffing or not; the jig was up, so far as he was concerned.

I reminded him of what Henry had just said--that the oil business is a game of wits, and that when you know what the other fellow is doing you have him licked.