And Mouse believes it.
Permitting himself to be bluffed is no more costly than his failure to cash in sufficiently on his winners:
"With a straight you didn't raise? What's the matter with you?"
"He showed two pairs. How could I know he wasn't full?" Mouse argues.
"He certainly didn't bet it like a full house."
"Maybe he was trying to trap me. I'm satisfied with the size of the pot. I'm not trying to get rich quick."
Nor will Mouse get rich slowly.
His fear manifests itself in still another way: the eagerness with which he bets when he cannot possibly be beaten. It never occurs to him to check and invite a bet which he can raise.
Like everybody else, he has his big card nights, but never a big money night. He manages to avoid big losing nights, and claims he is about even over the year. He deceives nobody.