Reversing his exposed cards, he shoved between them the two cards he had drawn and laid these five before him, backs up, without looking at them.
"It's your stab, Mr.Johnson," said Dewing sweetly.
Johnson skinned his hand slowly and cautiously, covering his cards with his hands, clipping one edge lightly so that the opposite edges were slightly separated, and peering between them.

He had drawn the joker and the ace of diamonds.

He closed the hand tightly and shoved in a stack.
"Here's where you see aces and eights beaten," he said, addressing Dewing.

"You can't have four eights, 'cause Mr.Scotty done showed one." The lumberman raised.
"What are you horning in for ?" demanded Pete.

"I've got you beat.