It lost.
“Pshaw!” said he; to which nobody paid any attention.
The betting went on. Presently my man tried it again.
“Here’s an X on the ace.”
And he put an X on the ace.
It lost.
“Confound it!” he exclaimed, vexatiously. “Here’s twenty-five for the deuce.”
He put two Xs and a V on the deuce.
The ace won this time, and the deuce lost. And he lost. He was now forty dollars “out.”
“Give me some checks,” he said, handing a hundred-dollar bill to the banker. He was evidently going into it more extensively.