He turned an
eye on Hal, who stood directly behind him.
"Don't stand behind me," the little man snapped.
"What's the matter?" demanded Hal. "Superstitious?"
"Yes, if you want to call it that," Stubbs answered.
Hal shifted his position slightly.
Again Stubbs scanned a hand that he felt sure would win. Hans was the
dealer. As he drew two more cards, Stubbs suddenly gave a start. He had
seen Hans slip a card from his sleeve.
Now Stubbs was not a fighter. He had shown that on more than one
occasion. But the little man objected to being imposed upon. Also he had
always stood for a square deal in a friendly game of cards. He had proven
that more than once in his younger days. And now, seeing the man called
Hans cheating made Stubbs' blood boil.
Quietly he leaned across the table and spoke.
"You," he said, shaking his forefinger in the man's face, "no wonder you
say you are lucky."
"Why, what do you mean?" demanded Hans, his face turning pale, for he
well realized the import of Stubbs' words.
"I mean," said Stubbs, and at that moment his hand dropped to his
revolver butt, "I mean that you are a cheat!"
Stubbs produced his revolver and levelled it straight at Hans.
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