“Yes, he could,” said several, “and I don’t mind wagering a hundred guineas on another game.”
“So would I.”
“And I.”
“Well, then, gentlemen, since there is a dispute about the game, I am willing that we increase the stakes fourfold, and play it again.”
“Hear, hear,” cried several voices.
“I don’t mind,” said old Gingles; “but not till I’ve had some supper, and a walk in the cool air, to freshen me up a bit.”
“Well, then, it’s decided—put down your money. Gentlemen, in half an hour the game begins again.”
“Agreed, agreed!” shouted every one.
The money was put down for the contested game of cards, and great enthusiasm prevailed amongst the audience, all of whom seemed to have plenty of money.
Captain Jack was pleased that old Gingles did not win the last stake, and mixed among the company, who were almost unanimous in their opinion that Alick would be sure to play “his very best,” and win, “for,” said several, “of all men on earth he hates most, it is old Gingles.”