The old rancher’s face more than indicated the state of the game.  His features were gray and drawn.  Already he saw his girl married to the man opposite to him.  For an instant his weakness led him to think of refusing to play further—­to defy Lablache and bid him do his worst.  Then he remembered that the girl herself had insisted that he must see the game through—­besides, he might yet win.  He forced his thoughts to the coming hand.  He was to deal.

The deal, as far as he was concerned, was successful, His spirits rose.

Four—­two.

Lablache took up the cards to deal.  John was watching as though his life depended upon what he saw.  Lablache’s clumsy shuffle annoyed him.  The lashless eyes of the money-lender were bent upon the cards, but he had no difficulty in observing the old man’s attention.  This unusual attention he set down to a natural excitement.  He had not the smallest idea that the old man suspected him.  He passed the cards to be cut.  The rancher cut them carelessly.  He had a natural cut.  The pack was nearly halved.  Lablache had prepared for this.

The hand was dealt, and the money-lender won with three aces, all of which he had drawn in a five-card draw.  He had discarded a pair of nines to make the heavy draw.  It was clumsy, but he had been forced to it.  The position of the aces in the pack he had known, and—­well, he meant to win.

Five—­two.

The clumsiness of that deal was too palpable.  Old John suspected, but held his tongue.  His anger rose, and the drawn face flushed with the suddenness of lightning.  He was in a dangerous mood.  Lablache saw the flush, and a sudden fear gripped his heart.  He passed the cards to the other, and then, involuntarily, his hand dropped into the right-hand pocket of his coat.  It came in contact with his revolver—­and stayed there.

The next hand passed without the pot being opened—­and the next.  Lablache was a little cautious.  The next deal resulted in favor of the rancher.

Five—­three.

Lablache again took the cards.  This time he meant to get his hand in the deal.  At that moment the money-lender would have given a cool thousand had a bottle of whisky been on the table.  He had not calculated on John being sober.  He shuffled deliberately and offered the pack to be cut.  John cut in the same careless manner, but this time he did it purposely.  Lablache picked up the bottom half of the cut.  There was a terrible silence in the room, and a deadly purpose was expressed in “Poker” John’s eyes.

The money-lender began to deal.  In an instant John was on his feet and lurched across the table.  His hand fell upon the first card which Lablache had dealt to himself.

“The ace of clubs,” shouted the rancher, his eyes blazing and his body fairly shaking with fury.  He turned the card over.  It was the ace of clubs.

“Cheat!” he shouted.

He had seen the card at the bottom of the pack as the other had ceased to shuffle.