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.

You act as though there were four hundred acres of niggers at stake, as Mr.Jones would say!" "Go on! You don't know what there is at stake." "So, now.

You have your four cards.

For myself--though you are so excited you wouldn't notice it if I did not call your attention to it--I take but three.