The Halfbreed offered to retire from the game, but Marks would not hear of it.
The Halfbreed was inimitably cool, his face was a perfect mask.
Sweat stood on Marks's forehead, though the Halfbreed was utterly calm.
For the Halfbreed had thrown down a royal flush in diamonds.
He rushed in and came out again, dragging the Halfbreed at arm's length.
In fact, we ducked ...