Not the weight of a body shifted from one leg to the other.

It was a sacred silence.
Only could be heard the roaring draft of the huge stove, and from without, muffled by the log-walls, the howling of dogs.

It was not every night that high stakes were played on the Yukon, and for that matter, this was the highest in the history of the country.

The saloon-keeper finally spoke.
"If anybody else wins, they'll have to take a mortgage on the Tivoli." The two other players nodded.
"So I call, too." MacDonald added his slip for five thousand.
Not one of them claimed the pot, and not one of them called the size of his hand.

Simultaneously and in silence they faced their cards on the table, while a general tiptoeing and craning of necks took place among the onlookers.