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
“‘Peared like he learned all of a sudden. He’d been pikin’ along,
playin’ a fiddlin’ game whenever he got a chance to stick his nose in,
but givin’ no evidence o’ talent till this one night, when there was two
strangers come in to do the talent. Jake was here an’ he had about seven
dollars in his clothes when they made up a table stake game an’ each man
put up fifty dollars. There was six playin’, too, so there was three
hundred dollars on the table when they started. Jake, he looked on for
awhile an’ never peeped. Didn’t think he’d be let in an’ consequent said
nothin’ till three of the home talent dropped out, busted. That left Sam
Pearsall playin’ agin the two strangers, an’ he were nervous. He wa’n’t
much more’n holdin’ his own, an’ he looked round to see if there wasn’t
somebody to set in. Joe Bassett an’ Jim Blaisdell was willin’ enough,
but they had no money left, an’ Jake seein’ how things stood, he spoke
up kind o’ timid like, an’ he says: ‘I don’t reckon I’d last more’n a
few minutes, but I’ll take a hand if you’ll let me play for what I’ve
got.’
“Sam spoke up quick an’ says, ‘I hain’t no objections,’ an’ the two
strangers says, kind o’ careless, ‘Oh, that’s all right,’ so down he
sets. But they was disgusted enough when they seen what his pile was. He
dug up seven dollars an’ two bits, an’ bought his chips an’ took a hand.
“It were a dollar jack an’ one o’ the strangers opened it for four
dollars, an’ Jake he throwed down. The stranger he win it, an’ the next
deal it were Jake’s ante. He put up two bits, call four, an’ the others
all come in an’ he wouldn’t make good. That left him just six dollars,
but it were his deal.
“When I seen that deal I kind o’ says to myself that mebbe I’d sorter
mistook Winterbottom, an’ mebbe he’d been practisin’ some. It were
Pearsall’s ante, an’ he made it a dollar to play. The first stranger, he
were a little cross-eyed man, he come in, an’ the other feller raised it
two dollars. Jake he made good, takin’ three dollars, an’ Sam he raised
it five. Then the cross-eyed man made it five more to play, an’ the
other one stayed, an’ Jake called for a sight for his pile.
“Sam took two cards an’ the cross-eyed man took one. The next man took
two, an’ Jake took two. Well, they all filled. Sam made a full, the
cross-eyed man filled a flush, though it wa’n’t the straight flush he
were after; the next man made a seven full, Sam’s bein’ nines, an’ Jake
caught a fourth deuce.
“O’ course, all the bettin’ was amongst the other three, Jake on’y
havin’ a show for the twenty-four dollars his six called for, but Sam
raked in considerable over a hundred on the show-down.
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