Her features
might have been carved from ice, for her expression was precisely
the same before, during, and after. Not a muscle quivered; nor
was there the slightest dilation of a nostril, nor the slightest
increase of light in the eyes. She laid the hand face down again
on the table, and slowly the lingering eyes withdrew from her,
having learned nothing.
MacDonald smiled benevolently. "I see you, Daylight, and I hump
this time for two thousand. How's that hunch, Jack?"
"Still a-crawling, Mac. You got me now, but that hunch is a
rip-snorter persuadin' sort of a critter, and it's my plain duty
to ride it. I call for three thousand. And I got another hunch:
Daylight's going to call, too."
"He sure is," Daylight agreed, after Campbell had thrown up his
hand. "He knows when he's up against it, and he plays accordin'.
I see that two thousand, and then I'll see the draw."
In a dead silence, save for the low voices of the three players,
the draw was made. Thirty-four thousand dollars were already in
the pot, and the play possibly not half over. To the Virgin's
amazement, Daylight held up his three queens, discarding his
eights and calling for two cards.
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