The lights had not begun to spring up in the wooden hotel, and for the most part the guests were boating on the lake.

When he had finished his cigar it would be time to join the party in the smoking-room.

Cartwright was something of a gambler and liked the American games.

They gave one scope for bluffing, and although his antagonists declared his luck was good, he knew his nerve was better.

In fact, since he lost his money by a reckless plunge, he had to some extent lived by bluff.