"Look here, you men; I held one ace from the shuffle.

Now what I want to know is, where Beaucaire ever got his four?
Pleasant little trick of you two--only this time it failed to work." Beaucaire uttered one mad oath, and I endeavored to grasp him, but missed my clutch.

The force of his lurching body as he sprang forward upturned the table, the stakes jingling to the deck, but Kirby reached his feet in time to avoid the shock.

His hand which had been hidden shot out suddenly, the fingers grasping a revolver, but he did not fire.

Before the Judge had gone half the distance, he stopped, reeled suddenly, clutching at his throat, and plunged sideways.