like, a fellow—I mean if he's developed his own will-power, if a fellow concentrates on a self-conscious—subconscious, I mean—on a subconscious thought, and determines to think it into reality, the other guy is going to get it, see how I mean?
So naturally I draws one card, and I look disappointed as all hell, like I hadn't filled my flush or straight, and then when the betting started, I acts irritated, like I was bluffing, and sort of comes in reluctant. But then when Mack lays down an ace-high full, and I bangs down them four little jackses, count 'em, four—say, their faces certainly was a study!
Well, along about half-past nine, Joe Minchin springs a surprise on us. What do you think he brings out? What do you think! Nothing less than a real, genuwine, old-time bottle of pre-war Canadian Club.
Say!
These fellows can talk all they want to about the elegant port and claret and red wine and everything that they get abroad, but any fellow
