He never once removed his gaze from Beaucaire's face, and his expression did not change, except for the almost insulting sneer on his lips.

The silence was profound, the deeply interested men leaning forward, even holding their breath in intense eagerness.

Each realized that a fortune lay on the table; knew that the old Judge had madly staked his all on the value of those five unseen cards gripped in his fingers.

Again, as though to bolster up his shaken courage, he stared at the face of each, then lifted his blood-shot eyes to the impassive face opposite.
"Beaucaire drew two kayards," whispered an excited voice near me.
"Hell! so did Kirby." replied another.

"They're both of 'em old hands." The sharp exhaust of a distant steam pipe below punctuated the silence, and several glanced about apprehensively.