To blazes with them! Let's lift the limit." "Ah--er--let's throw it off--entirely," suggested Mr.Slush.
Bloodgood glared at the little man in astonishment.
"What ?" he cried.

"You propose that?
Why, you didn't want to play a bigger game than a quarter limit at the start!" "Perhaps you are--er--right," admitted Mr.Slush.

"I--er--don't deny it.
But I have grown more--more interested, you understand.

I--I don't mind playing a good game--now." "Well, then, if the other gentlemen say so, by the gods, we'll make it no limit!" Bloodgood almost shouted.
The Frenchman bowed suavely, a slight smile curling the ends of his pointed mustache upward.
"I haf not ze least--what you call eet ?--ze least objectshong," he purred.
"I don't mind," said the Englishman.
Now there was great interest.

Somehow, Frank felt that a climax was coming.