He turned round furtively.
"Trent," he said, "this is slow! Let us have a friendly game--you and I." Trent yawned.
"Come on, then," he said.

"Single Poker or Euchre, eh ?" "I do not mind," Monty replied affably.

"Just which you prefer." "Single Poker, then," Trent said.
"And the stakes ?" "We've nothing left to play for," Trent answered gloomily, "except cartridges." Monty made a wry face.

"Poker for love, my dear Trent," he said, "between you and me, would lack all the charm of excitement.

It would be, in fact, monotonous! Let us exercise our ingenuity.