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Finally Garvin stretched his legs, and happened to tap Petr with his
toe.

''Scuse me,' he said. Kipchak didn't answer.

'Wisht we had some quill,' a man grumbled. 'Losin' like I'm doin' is
easier if you're not too sober.'

The dealer swept up the cards, shuffled them hastily.

'Mind if I cut?' Jaansma said.

'No,' the dealer said shortly. 'You're right.' He set the deck down on
the blanket.

'Deep and weep, thin and win,' somebody intoned.

Garvin picked up the deck in one hand, cut it smoothly. The dealer
looked at him carefully, took the deck, and cards flicked out.

It was quiet in the refresher except for the soft whine of the
conditioner fans, and the snap of the cards being dealt, the sound a bit
louder than it might've been.

The dealer's lips quirked when he picked up his hand. 'This one's got to
be expensive,' he announced. He picked up bills. 'One hundred even to
see if I'm braggin'.'

'I'll play,' Kipchak said, and put most of his small reserve in the pot.

'Me too,' Garvin agreed.

Two others stayed, two tossed in their hands.

'I'm taking two cards,' Jaansma said, and his hand passed over the widow
as he discarded. His expression didn't change when he picked up the new
cards.

'Dealer takes one.'

'I'll fly these,' Kipchak said, and stood pat.

The woman took two, the remaining man three.

'Another hundred,' the dealer said.

The woman dropped out, the remaining man increased the bet.

'I think I'm lucky,' Jaansma said. 'Up two hundred.'