Stand Pat; Or, Poker Stories from the MississippiCurtis, David A.
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Stand Pat; Or, Poker Stories from the Mississippi
Curtis, David A.
Poker players -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“Bein’ for them reasons a trifle more cautious than usual, the boys, as
I said, was slow about startin’ in, an’ any way the cards ran small for
awhile, but all of a sudden there was somethin’ doin’ on Winterbottom’s
deal. It was a jack-pot with thirty dollars in it, an’ Hank havin’ first
say, opened it for thirty. Pearsall, he came next an’ he come in.
Bassett was the next player an’ he raised it thirty. Overton made it
thirty more and Winterbottom h’isted it fifty. Fairfax raised it a
hundred an’ Pearsall says: ‘I didn’t want to raise it the first time
round for fear o’ scarin’ some of ye out, but as long as I’ve got you
all hooked,’ he says, ‘it’ll cost ye two hundred more to draw cards.’
“Just naturally I was lookin’ for some of ’em to drop out after that
kind o’ play, but every one of ’em stayed. There wa’n’t no more raisin’
done. I reckon they all thought four hundred an’ forty dollars apiece
was enough to put up before the draw, which sure it was in a game o’
that size.
“When it come to the draw there was another surprise. Every man at the
table stood pat. Well, just naturally it were pretty thin ice to dance
on, an’ nobody seemed to know for a minute or two just how to bet,
havin’ nothin’ to guide him but his own hand and the fact that there was
four pat hands out against it.
“Fairfax, o’ course, knowed just what to do. He put up a white chip.
There was no doubt about his havin’ a chance to play later, an’ he were
easy. Pearsall studied a bit, but finally he decided to wait, too,
havin’ declared hisself before the draw, so he chipped along. Bassett
wasn’t raisin’, neither, for he knowed Pearsall’s play pretty well, an’
havin’ only a small flush he didn’t feel strong, so he chipped along.
“That brought it up to Overton again, an’ he, thinkin’, I reckon, that
it was up to him to help Fairfax along whether his own hand was good or
not, put up a hundred dollars. It were a queer bet, but I sized it up
for the beginnin’ of a seesaw in case Fairfax should want one. That
might not ha’ been what was in his mind, but I reckon ’twa’n’t far out
o’ the way.
“Winterbottom seen the raise. He were lookin’ for more developments, an’
he wa’n’t ready to play his hand very strong till he found out what was
doin’. It were extra cautious play all round, with the advantage lyin’
between Fairfax an’ Pearsall, but mostly on Pearsall’s side.
“Fairfax put up two hundred an’ I seen he were ready for a seesaw. I
don’t know what might ha’ happened if there’d been more money on the
table, but Pearsall saw his opportunity an’ grabbed it. He counted his
chips an’ findin’ six hundred in front of him, threw it all in the pot.
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