And it was at this moment that Jack Kearns suggested poker.
The players glanced at one another, and Kearns announced, "The roof's off."
A filled straight belonging to French Louis gave him a pot of five thousand against two sets of threes held by Campbell and Kearns. One pot of eight hundred dollars was won by a pair of trays on a showdown.
Kearns had dealt, and French Louis had opened the pot with one marker--in his case one hundred dollars.
Kearns, debating a long time over his hand, finally "saw." It then cost French Louis nine hundred to remain in the game, which he contributed after a similar debate.
Kearns was coolly dispassionate and noncommittal, while Elam Harnish appeared as quizzical and jocular as ever.
"I ain't go no more markers," Kearns remarked plaintively.
You must think I got a pat like yourself." Kearns looked at his hand.
"I still got the hunch." Kearns fingered his cards a long time.
"It's an almighty good hunch," Kearns said, adding his slip for two thousand to the growing heap.
"You can draw if you want to, you know," Kearns warned him.
Kearns himself drew two cards, but did not look at them.