Then he shrugged his shoulders and gathered up the cards.
"You're the silliest fool I ever knew," he said bluntly, "but I suppose you'll worry me into a fever if you don't have your own way." "You agree ?" Monty shrieked.

Trent nodded and dealt the cards.
"It must be a show after the draw," he said.

"We can't bet, for we've nothing to raise the stakes with!" Monty was breathing hard and his fingers trembled, as though the ague of the swamps was already upon him.

He took up his cards one by one, and as he snatched up the last he groaned.

Not a pair! "Four cards," he whispered hoarsely.