"A game of cards."
"What kind of a game of cards?"
"An American game," was the reply. "Hans learned it when he was in the
United States and has taught us something about it. It's called poker."
"I've played it," said Stubbs.
"Good! Then you will join us?"
"I should be elsewhere," said Stubbs, hesitatingly.
Be it known that Anthony Stubbs, war correspondent of the New York
_Gazette_, had, in his day, liked to play a game of poker, whether it was
right or whether it was wrong. Even to this day the lure of the game
held, and in spite of the danger such a game entailed, Stubbs was not
loath to play. Besides, the little man bethought himself that while the
game was in progress he might learn something of value, so he said:
"All right. I'll play."
The man called Hans now sprang to his feet.
"I want to warn you," he said, "that I am extremely lucky at this game."
"Well, I used to be fairly lucky myself," said Stubbs. To himself
he said: "Whoever heard of a German trying to play the American
game of poker?"
The man called Hans now led the way to his quarters, where he produced a
table, chairs and a pack of cards. The four men ranged themselves around
the table.
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