When he had finished, Trent took up the cards, which he had shuffled for Poker, and dealt them out for Patience.

Monty's eyes were dim with disappointment.
"What!" he cried.

"You don't agree! Did you understand me?
Fifty pounds, Trent! Why, you must be mad!" "Oh, shut up!" Trent growled.

"I don't want your money, and the brandy's poison to you! Go to sleep!" Monty crept a little nearer to his partner and laid his hand upon his arm.

His shirt fell open, showing the cords of his throat swollen and twitching.