Subconsciously, there were crowded sidewalks; subconsciously, he was on the Bowery--that was all.
Ruin, disaster, peril faced him--faced him, and staggered him with the suddenness of the shock.

Was it true?
No; it could not be true! It was a bluff--Whitey Mack was bluffing.

Jimmie Dale's lips grew thin in a mirthless smile as he shook his head.

Neither Whitey Mack nor any other man would dare to bluff like that.

It was too straight, too open-handed, Whitey Mack had laid his cards too plainly on the table.