The things we do!

Deal!"
"You are impatient. You rejoice as a strong man to run a race, my
dear sir."
"I _do_ run a race. I _am_ strong. Play! It is in the cards that
I must win."
"But if you should lose?"
"I shall not lose!"
His insistence, his confidence, almost caused the older man to
laugh. "No, my friend," said he to himself, "you shall not lose!"
But what he said aloud was, "You must not be excited, Dunwody. You
may need all your nerve. I thought you cooler in times of stress."
"You don't know me. I don't know myself. Perhaps it is ice in
your blood--I don't know,--it's fire in mine."
"Very well,--I hope you like the cards I have given you." But
there was no ice in the red flush on Carlisle's sanguine face,
"Give me four more," cried the Missourian, flinging down his own
cards with hands that trembled.
"Quite right, sir, you shall have them. But how you tremble! I
wouldn't have so poor a nerve as yours for all the money in the
world, my dear Senator.


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