Brightly. Yes. What have ye got (both show)?
Myers. Sorry, Brightly. I was hoping you would win this. Nevertheless, luck will come somewhere. Say, I will bet you thirty-five hundred against the girl?
Brightly. No, I won’t! (D’A. and Zina, excited, gather nearer.)
Myers. That would give you a chance to win 2000 more than you had when you commenced. Try it again.
Brightly. (Hesitating, finally brings his fist down on the table.) Done!
Zina. Oh, master. (Zina drops on her knees and bows her head on Brightly, sobbing. Brightly throws her off.)
D’A. (Dashing forward and flinging his pocket-book on the table.) No, by heaven, you shall not! There are eighteen hundred dollars. It is all I have. Take it and say the girl is free. Then waste the money if you like.
Myers. (To Brightly.) Do you take this scoundrel through the country as guardian for your property, because you are unfit to handle it yourself?
Brightly. What I own I control. Deal the cards! It is $3500 or the girl!
Myers. Thirty-five hundred dollars or the girl. Show (both show.) You have lost again!