With a sigh he rose from the table, and with bowed head and bent back, his eyes lowered and his face wearing an expression which was the embodiment of despair, he walked away.
Mr. Smith followed him.
This was a type of character and a situation he evidently liked to study.
"Ruined! Ruined!" he muttered.
At this juncture he encountered Dan Markham, who had been paying his respects to some boned turkey, and making a very respectable supper.
The professional gambler can always eat and drink, the fluctuations of the game having very little effect on his appetite.
"Hello! Baby," he exclaimed; "you here again to-night?"
"As you see," replied the young man, whose feminine cast of countenance justified the epithet of "Baby" which the gambler had bestowed upon him.
"I thought I told you to keep out of here."
"I know it."