Trent took up the photograph, thrust it carefully into his pocket without looking at it, and rose to his feet.
"Look here, Monty," he said, "you shall have the brandy; you've no right to it, and you're best without it by long chalks.

But there, you shall have your own way." Monty rose to his feet and balanced himself against the post.
"Never mind--about the brandy," he faltered.

"Give me back the photograph." Trent shrugged his shoulders.

"Why ?" he asked coolly.

"Full hand beats three, don't it?
It was my win and my stake." "Then--then take that!" But the blow never touched Trent.