Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York SunCurtis, David A.
General
Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun
Curtis, David A.
Poker -- Fiction; Poker players -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“Poker was always played in the main saloon of the boat at night, as a
matter of course, and I have seen some stiff games played on the Lone
Star, for I made several trips on her. I didn’t hesitate to play there
myself, even with strangers, for I knew the reputation of the boat and
of the Captain, who played himself occasionally, though not very often.
He was called one of the best players on the river, and was known to
be thoroughly upright and believed to be utterly devoid of fear. He
knew all the gamblers who traveled the river, and would not allow any
crooked play in his jurisdiction. It was reported that they all knew
this and had a wholesome respect for his authority, knowing that he
made it a rule to set a man ashore in the wilderness if he was detected
in any underhand work. He had done this several times, and it was
generally believed that there wasn’t a gambler in the country who would
play any tricks on Captain Foss’s boat.
“One night, an hour or two after we had left Memphis on the way down
the river, the Captain sauntered into the saloon looking as if he
hadn’t a care or a responsibility of any kind, and, seeing a game of
cards going on, he walked up to the table and joined the lookers-on,
of whom I was one. It was a fairly stiff game, and there was enough
money changing hands to make it rather exciting, even for those who
weren’t playing. As for the four men who were playing, they seemed
almost dead to the outside world. Whether they were playing beyond
their means, or whether it was simply the excitement of the game that
held them spellbound, I didn’t know, but I had watched them for an hour
and hadn’t heard one of them utter a word beyond what the game called
for. Their faces all showed intense emotion, and one man’s hand shook
so that he had hard work to deal. It may not have been the game that
caused it, but I thought it was.
“After Captain Foss had been standing by for a few minutes, one of
the four, a pale, intellectual-looking man, threw down a losing hand
with some show of temper, and exclaimed with an oath, ‘not loud, but
deep’: ‘I never did have any luck in a four-handed game.’ And looking
around the little group--there were a dozen or more of us--he spied the
Captain.
“‘Captain,’ he said, ‘won’t you take a hand?’
“‘Well,’ said Captain Foss, ‘I don’t mind playing a little while
if none of the other gentlemen object. I didn’t know you were
superstitious, though, Dr. Baisley.’
“The doctor frowned. ‘I guess everybody is who plays cards,’ he replied
shortly.
“‘Possibly,’ said Captain Foss; and as the other three signified a
welcome to him, he drew up a chair and bought some chips.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account