Yet, unlike MacDonald, his voice was firm and customary, and, unlike Kearns, his hand did not tremble when he wrote.
"I call, for ten thousand," he said.

"Not that I'm afraid of you-all, Mac.

It's that hunch of Jack's." "I hump his hunch for five thousand just the same," said MacDonald.

"I had the best hand before the draw, and I still guess I got it." "Mebbe this is a case where a hunch after the draw is better'n the hunch before," Kearns remarked; "wherefore duty says, 'Lift her, Jack, lift her,' and so I lift her another five thousand." Daylight leaned back in his chair and gazed up at the kerosene lamps while he computed aloud.
"I was in nine thousand before the draw, and I saw and raised eleven thousand--that makes thirty.

I'm only good for ten more." He leaned forward and looked at Kearns.