Henry Storm half rose from his seat in his excitement. "Put down another five-pound note, if you dare."
"That isn't poker," said the gambler. "I have called you. What have you got?"
"Put down another five-pound note, and I'll put a ten-pound note on top of it."
"I say that isn't poker. You have been called. What have you got?"
"I'll bet you twenty pounds against your five-pound note, if you dare put it down."
By this time Storm was standing up, quivering with excitement, his cards tightly clenched in his hand. The gambler sat opposite him calm and imperturbable.
"What have you got?" said Storm.
"I called you," said the gambler, "show your hand."
"Yes; but when I called you, you asked me what I had, and I told you. What have you got?"
"I am not afraid to show my hand," said the gambler, and he put down on the table four aces.
"There's the king of hearts," said Storm, putting it down on the table. "There's the queen of hearts, there's the knave of hearts, there's the ten of hearts. Now," he cried, waving his other card in the air, "can you tell me what this card is?"
