Suddenly he stopped
- hesitated - and said nothing Monty's face lit up with sudden
hope.
"Come," he cried, "there is something I see! You're the right sort,
Trent. Don't be afraid to speak out. It's yours, man, if you win
it. Speak up!"
"I will stake that brandy," Trent answered, "against the picture
you let fall from your pocket an hour ago."
CHAPTER III
For a moment Monty stood as though dazed. Then the excitement which
had shone in his face slowly subsided. He stood quite silent,
muttering softly to himself, his eyes fixed upon Trent.
"Her picture! My little girl's picture! Trent, you're joking,
you're mad!"
"Am I?" Trent answered nonchalantly. "Perhaps so! Anyhow those
are my terms! You can play or not as you like! I don't care."
A red spot burned in Monty's cheeks, and a sudden passion shook him.
He threw himself upon Trent and would have struck him but that he
was as a child in the younger man's grasp. Trent held him at a
distance easily and without effort.
"There's nothing for you to make a fuss about," he said gruffly.
"I answered a plain question, that's all. I don't want to play at
all. I should most likely lose, and you're much better without the
brandy."
Monty was foaming with passion and baffled desire.
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