"Sure that's high enough," said he, putting into the pool
sufficient to entitle him to see his opponent's hand.

The "old man" with great gravity laid down his four kings,
whereat the Mulligan boys let a big sigh of relief escape them.

Then the priest laid down four aces and scooped the pool.

The sportsmen of Mulligan's never quite knew how they got out to Randwick.
They borrowed a bit of money in Sydney, and found themselves
in the saddling-paddock in a half-dazed condition, trying to realize
what had happened to them. During the afternoon they were up at the end
of the lawn near the Leger stand and could hear the babel of tongues,
small bookmakers, thimble riggers, confidence men, and so on,
plying their trades outside. In the tumult of voices they heard one
that sounded familiar. Soon suspicion grew into certainty,
and they knew that it was the voice of "Father" Ryan.
They walked to the fence and looked over. This is what he was saying: --

"Pop it down, gents! Pop it down! If you don't put down a brick
you can't pick up a castle! I'll bet no one here can pick
the knave of hearts out of these three cards. I'll bet half-a-sovereign
no one here can find the knave!"

Then the crowd parted a little, and through the opening
they could see him distinctly, doing a great business
and showing wonderful dexterity with the pasteboard.

There is still enough money in Sydney to make it worth while