he was the perfect gambler, never excited, always in absolute control of himself.
Hugh marveled at the control as the evening wore on. He was excited, and, try as he would, he could not keep his excitement from showing. Luck, however, was with him; by ten o’clock he was sev¬ enty-five dollars ahead, and most of it was Allen’s money.
Hugh passed by three hands in succession, unwill¬ ing to take any chances. He had decided to “play close,” never betting unless he held something worth putting his money on.
Allen dealt the fourth hand. “Ante up,” he said quietly. The five other men followed his lead in tossing chips into the center of the table. He looked at his hand. “Two blue ones if you want to stay in.” Winsor and two of the men threw down their cards, but Hugh and a lad named Mandel each shoved two blue chips into the pot.
Hugh had three queens and an ace. “One card,” he said to Allen. Allen tossed him the card, and Hugh’s heart leaped when he saw that it was an ace
“Two cards, Ted,” Mandel requested, nervously crushing his cigarette in an ash-tray. He picked up the cards one at a time, lifting each slowly by one corner, and peeking at it as if he were afraid that a sudden full view would blast him to eternity. His face did not change expression as he added th$ cards to the three that he held in his hand.
