"Sign it, McAfee, and I'll call this crowing cockerel.

You young fool, I played poker before you were born.

There now, Kirby, I've covered your bet." "Perhaps you would prefer to raise it ?" "You hell-hound--no! That is my limit, and you know it.

Don't crawl now, or do any more bluffing.

Show your hand--I've called you." Kirby sat absolutely motionless, his cards lying face down upon the table, the white fingers of one hand resting lightly upon them, the other arm concealed.