"It is ten minutes of twelve, gentlemen," the servant said, and
retired.
"Jack-pots round," said Rangely, dealing rapidly. "Look lively now."
He and Fenton had been winning, the pile of blue counters beside the
latter representing nearly thirty dollars, with enough red and white
ones to cover his original investments. The first jackpot and the
second were played, Dr. Wilson wining one and Snaffle the other on the
first hand. On the third, Fenton bet for awhile, holding three aces
against a full hand held by the fifth man.
"It's all right," Fenton remarked, as Rangely chaffed him. "I am
waiting for the 'kittie-pot.' See what a pile there is to go into that.
I always expect to gather in the 'kittie.'"
The fourth pot was quickly passed, and then Wilson, who had been
managing the "kittie," put upon the table the surplus, which to-night
chanced to be unusually large. The cards were dealt and dealt three
times again before the pot could be opened, and then Rangely started
it. Arthur looked at his hand in disgust. He held the nine of hearts,
the five, six, eight, and nine of spades, and as he said to himself he
never had luck in drawing to either straight or flush. Still the stake
was good, and he came in, discarding his heart. He drew the seven of
spades. Rangely was betting on three aces, and Wilson on a full hand,
so that the betting ran rather high.
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