"
"Bet you five more."
Blix looked at her hand. Then, without trace of expression in her
voice or face, said:
"There's your five, and I ll raise you five."
"Five better."
"And five better than that."
"Call you."
"Full house. Aces on tens," said Blix, throwing down her cards.
"Heavens! they're good as gold," muttered Condy as Blix gathered
in the chips.
An hour later she had won all the chips but five.
"Now we'll stop and get to fishing again; don't you want to?"
He agreed, and she counted the chips.
"Condy, you owe me seven dollars and a half," she announced.
Condy began to smile. "Well," he said jocosely, "I'll send you
around a check to-morrow."
But at this Blix was cross upon the instant. "You wouldn't do
that--wouldn't talk that way with one of your friends at the
club!" she exclaimed; "and it's not right to do it with me.
Condy, give me seven dollars and a half. When you play cards with
me it's just as though it were with another man. I would have
paid you if you had won."
"But I haven't got more than nine dollars. Who'll pay for the
supper to-night at Luna's, and our railroad fare going home?"
"I'll pay."
"But I--I can't afford to lose money this way."
"Shouldn't have played, then. I took the same chances as you.
Condy, I want my money."
"You--you--why you've regularly flimflammed me."
"Will you give me my money?"
"Oh, take your money then!"
Blix shut the money in her purse, and rose, dusting her dress.
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