"That's it, chappie. Either we break even or I pay you thirty."
"Getting blooded, eh?" Grief remarked, drawing up a chair.
The other men stood or sat around the table, and Deacon played again in bad luck. That he was a good player was clear. The cards were merely running against him. That he could not take his ill luck with equanimity was equally clear. He was guilty of sharp, ugly curses, and he snapped and growled at the imperturbable half-caste. In the end Peter Gee counted out, while Deacon had not even made his fifty points. He glowered speechlessly at his opponent.
"There's no need your telling me," Deacon snarled. "I've studied arithmetic. I owe you forty-five pounds. There, take it!"
The way in which he flung the nine five-pound notes on the table was an insult in itself. Peter Gee was even quieter, and flew no signals of resentment.
"You've got fool's luck, but you can't play cards, I can tell you that much," Deacon went on. "I could teach you cards."
The half-caste smiled and nodded acquiescence as he folded up the money.
"There's a little game called casino--I wonder if you ever heard of it?--a child's game."
"I've seen it played," the half-caste murmured gently.
"What's that?" snapped Deacon. "Maybe you think you can play it?"
"Oh, no, not for a moment. I'm afraid I haven't head enough for it."
"It's a bully game, casino," Grief broke in pleasantly. "I like it very much."
"I'll play you ten quid a game--thirty-one points out," was the challenge to Peter Gee. "And I'll show you how little you know about cards. Come on! Where's a full deck?"
"No, thanks," the half-caste answered. "They are waiting for me in order to make up a bridge set."
"Yes, come on," Eddy Little begged eagerly. "Come on, Peter, let's get started."
"Afraid of a little game like casino," Deacon girded. "Maybe the stakes are too high. I'll play you for pennies--or farthings, if you say so."
The man's conduct was a hurt and an affront to all of them. McMurtrey could stand it no longer.
"Now hold on, Deacon. He says he doesn't want to play. Let him alone."
Deacon turned raging upon his host; but before he could blurt out his abuse, Grief had stepped into the breach.
"I'd like to play casino with you," he said.