.

I'll just lift that--sure, the limit.
Blackey, when you pay as much to see my cards as I'm going to pay to see yours, you're going to see some cards, believe me!" And so the farrago of unrelated memories continued to rise vocal on Skipper's lips to the heave of his body and the beat of his arms, while Jerry, crouched against the side of the bunk mourned and mourned his grief and inability to be of help.

All that was occurring was beyond him.

He knew no more of poker hands than did he know of getting ships under way, of clearing up surface car wrecks in New York, or of combing the long yellow hair of a loved daughter in a Harlem flat.
"Both dead," Skipper said in a change of delirium.

He said it quietly, as if announcing the time of day, then wailed: "But, oh, the bonnie, bonnie braids of all the golden hair of her!" He lay motionlessly for a space and sobbed out a breaking heart.