You see, my friend, you see; deal the cards." Then Trent, who had more faults than most men, but who hated bad language, looked at the back of the photograph, and, shuddering, hesitated no longer.

He shuffled the cards and handed them to Monty.
"Your deal," he said laconically.

"Same as before I suppose ?" Monty nodded, for his tongue was hot and his mouth dry, and speech was not an easy thing.

But he dealt the cards, one by one with jealous care, and when he had finished he snatched upon his own, and looked at each with sickly disappointment.
"How many ?" Trent asked, holding out the pack.

Monty hesitated, half made up his mind to throw away three cards, then put one upon the table.
Finally, with a little whine, he laid three down with trembling fingers and snatched at the three which Trent handed him.