Still, he hoped to win much--his hand was excellent.

Why not raise it five more?
"I raise you three," said the youth.
"Make it five," said Hurstwood, pushing out his chips.
"Come again," said the youth, pushing out a small pile of reds.
"Let me have some more chips," said Hurstwood to the keeper in charge, taking out a bill.
A cynical grin lit up the face of his youthful opponent.

When the chips were laid out, Hurstwood met the raise.
"Five again," said the youth.
Hurstwood's brow was wet.

He was deep in now--very deep for him.

Sixty dollars of his good money was up.