“The rest, old fellow! what do you mean? why, I was not drawn.”
“Yes, you were.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Thunder of war, but I say you were. Yours was the last number.”
“That is an unlucky guess of yours, for I saw the last number. Look here,” and he fumbled in his pocket, and produced his number.
La Croix instantly fished out a corresponding number.
“Well, and here you are; this was the last number drawn.”
Dard burst out laughing.
“You goose!” said he, “that is sixty-six—look at it.”
“Sixty-six!” roared the sergeant; “no more than yours is—they are both sixty-sixes when you play tricks with them, and turn them up like that; but they are both ninety-nines when you look at them fair.”