His face lit up, a scarlet flush burned in his cheek.

It was evident that the draw had improved his hand.
Trent took his own cards up, looked at them nonchalantly, and helped himself to one card.

Monty could restrain himself no longer.

He threw his hand upon the ground.
"Three's," he cried in fierce triumph, "three of a kind--nines!" Trent laid his own cards calmly down.
"A full hand," he said, "kings up." Monty gave a little gasp and then a moan.

His eyes were fixed with a fascinating glare upon those five cards which Trent had so calmly laid down.