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It
was
a
change
to
see
them
and
exchange
a
few
friendly
commonplaces
.
He
had
once
been
accustomed
to
hold
a
pretty
fair
hand
at
poker
.
Many
a
friendly
game
had
netted
him
a
hundred
dollars
or
more
at
the
time
when
that
sum
was
merely
sauce
to
the
dish
of
the
game
—
not
the
all
in
all
.
Now
,
he
thought
of
playing
.
“
I
might
win
a
couple
of
hundred
.
I
’
m
not
out
of
practice
.
”
It
is
but
fair
to
say
that
this
thought
had
occurred
to
him
several
times
before
he
acted
upon
it
.
The
poker
room
which
he
first
invaded
was
over
a
saloon
in
West
Street
,
near
one
of
the
ferries
.
He
had
been
there
before
.
Several
games
were
going
.
These
he
watched
for
a
time
and
noticed
that
the
pots
were
quite
large
for
the
ante
involved
.
“
Deal
me
a
hand
,
”
he
said
at
the
beginning
of
a
new
shuffle
.
He
pulled
up
a
chair
and
studied
his
cards
.
Those
playing
made
that
quiet
study
of
him
which
is
so
unapparent
,
and
yet
invariably
so
searching
.
Poor
fortune
was
with
him
at
first
.
He
received
a
mixed
collection
without
progression
or
pairs
.
The
pot
was
opened
.
“
I
pass
,
”
he
said
.
On
the
strength
of
this
,
he
was
content
to
lose
his
ante
.
The
deals
did
fairly
by
him
in
the
long
run
,
causing
him
to
come
away
with
a
few
dollars
to
the
good
.
The
next
afternoon
he
was
back
again
,
seeking
amusement
and
profit
.
This
time
he
followed
up
three
of
a
kind
to
his
doom
.
There
was
a
better
hand
across
the
table
,
held
by
a
pugnacious
Irish
youth
,
who
was
a
political
hanger
-
on
of
the
Tammany
district
in
which
they
were
located
.
Hurstwood
was
surprised
at
the
persistence
of
this
individual
,
whose
bets
came
with
a
sang
-
froid
which
,
if
a
bluff
,
was
excellent
art
.
Hurstwood
began
to
doubt
,
but
kept
,
or
thought
to
keep
,
at
least
,
the
cool
demeanour
with
which
,
in
olden
times
,
he
deceived
those
psychic
students
of
the
gaming
table
,
who
seem
to
read
thoughts
and
moods
,
rather
than
exterior
evidences
,
however
subtle
.
He
could
not
down
the
cowardly
thought
that
this
man
had
something
better
and
would
stay
to
the
end
,
drawing
his
last
dollar
into
the
pot
,
should
he
choose
to
go
so
far
.
Still
,
he
hoped
to
win
much
—
his
hand
was
excellent
.
Why
not
raise
it
five
more
?
