And I got another hunch: Daylight's going to call, too." "He sure is," Daylight agreed, after Campbell had thrown up his hand.
"He knows when he's up against it, and he plays accordin'.

I see that two thousand, and then I'll see the draw." In a dead silence, save for the low voices of the three players, the draw was made.

Thirty-four thousand dollars were already in the pot, and the play possibly not half over.

To the Virgin's amazement, Daylight held up his three queens, discarding his eights and calling for two cards.

And this time not even she dared look at what he had drawn.