Slush.
Bloodgood glared at the little man in astonishment.
"What?" he cried. "You propose that? Why, you didn't want to play a
bigger game than a quarter limit at the start!"
"Perhaps you are--er--right," admitted Mr. Slush. "I--er--don't deny it.
But I have grown more--more interested, you understand. I--I don't mind
playing a good game--now."
"Well, then, if the other gentlemen say so, by the gods, we'll make it
no limit!" Bloodgood almost shouted.
The Frenchman bowed suavely, a slight smile curling the ends of his
pointed mustache upward.
"I haf not ze least--what you call eet?--ze least objectshong," he
purred.
"I don't mind," said the Englishman.
Now there was great interest. Somehow, Frank felt that a climax was
coming. He watched everything with deep interest.
Luck continued to run against Bloodgood. To Frank's surprise, it was
plain Mr. Slush was winning. This seemed to surprise and puzzle both the
Englishman and the Frenchman.
It was hard work to draw the little man in when Hazleton or Montfort
dealt. On his own deal or that of Bloodgood, he seemed ready for
anything.
"By Jove!" whispered Frank, in Diamond's ear. "That man is not such a
fool as I thought! I haven't been able to understand him at all, and I
don't understand him now."
At length there came a big jack-pot. It was passed round several times.
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