“I have siventeen dollars an’ fifty cents here,” said Stumpy, producing an old wallet and counting out the bills. The odd half-dollar he fished out of his pocket, and placing the whole amount in the middle of the table, together with a few chips that he still had left, he said: “That’s my pile. Av yez want to see my hand, ye’ll match thot.” The one-eyed man was as quiet as ever, but he carefully counted out the equivalent of Stumpy’s bet, and added ten dollars to it, shoving the entire sum into the pot. Not even at that was Gallagher daunted, but after exploring his pockets carefully he declared he was all in with about twelve dollars. He made bigger wages than Stumpy, but spent his money more freely. Long Mike said nothing until he had carefully portioned out the pot, putting the share in which Gallagher had an interest in one pile, and that which Stumpy expected to win in another. Then he made good, up to the amount of the one-eyed man’s wager, and raised him twenty dollars. That worthy appeared entirely undisturbed. All the chips on the table were already in the pot, and he produced a small roll of bills from an inside pocket which he proceeded to count. Finding some sixty dollars in it, he threw it all on the table. Long Mike covered it, and raised one hundred dollars. “Well,” said the one-eyed man, “I reckon that will be about enough till after the draw,” and he made good. “How many?” said Gallagher, as he picked up the deck. “Well, ye moight give me wan,” said Long Mike, with ostentatious indifference. And when Gallagher dealt it to him, he let it lie face down. “These’ll do me,” said Stumpy, and it was observable that the ring of confidence was lacking in the tone of his voice. The one-eyed man skinned his cards carefully before calling for any, and for just one instant an expression of bewilderment might have been noted on his face, but after a moment’s hesitation he also called for one card. As a matter of fact he had discovered that two of his queens were clubs, but he had quickly resolved to say nothing and trust to the chance of the others not noticing it. “Well,” said Gallagher, “I’ll take wan messilf, just to kape yez company,” and he dealt himself one. “It’s your bet,” he said to Long Mike, who then picked up the card he had drawn. When he saw it his eyes seemed to bulge out suddenly, and his mouth opened wide with astonishment. “Pfwat the divil!” he exclaimed, and then he burst out laughing so loudly that no one paid any attention to the toot-toot-toot of the _Rosa Lee’s_ whistle, which, had they heard it, would have told them that the boat was approaching the landing. The others looked in wonder while he laughed--all but the one-eyed man, who seemed to have an inkling of the truth, and he grinned, though rather sorrowfully, as if he thought of the money he had felt sure of winning. “Well, b’yes, yez can’t bate that hand, anyhow,” said Long Mike as soon as he could speak, and he threw down five aces.