The next moment he was on his feet, the chair in which he had been seated flung crashing behind him on the deck.
"You thief!" he roared, "You dirty, low-down thief; I held four aces--where did you get the fifth one ?" Kirby did not so much as move, nor betray even by change of expression his sense of the situation.

Perhaps he anticipated just such an explosion, and was fully prepared to meet it.

One hand still rested easily on the table, the other remaining hidden.
"So you claim to have held four aces," he said coldly.

"Where are they ?" McAfee swept the discarded hand face upward, and the crowd bending forward to look saw four aces, and a king.
"That was the Judge's hand," he declared soberly.

"I saw it myself before he called you, and told him to stay." Kirby laughed, an ugly laugh showing his white teeth.
"The hell, you did?
Thought you knew a good poker hand, I reckon.
Well, you see I knew a better one, and it strikes me I am the one to ask questions," he sneered.