dared look at what he had drawn. She knew her limit of control.
Nor did he look. The two new cards lay face down on the table
where they had been dealt to him.

"Cards?" Kearns asked of MacDonald.

"Got enough," was the reply.

"You can draw if you want to, you know," Kearns warned him.

"Nope; this'll do me."

Kearns himself drew two cards, but did not look at them.

Still Harnish let his cards lie.

"I never bet in the teeth of a pat hand," he said slowly, looking
at the saloon-keeper. "You-all start her rolling, Mac."

MacDonald counted his cards carefully, to make double sure it
was not a foul hand, wrote a sum on a paper slip, and slid it
into the pot, with the simple utterance:--

"Five thousand."

Kearns, with every eye upon him, looked at his two-card draw,
counted the other three to dispel any doubt of holding more than
five cards, and wrote on a betting slip.

"I see you, Mac," he said, "and I raise her a little thousand