Hal recognized the last voice. It was that of Mr. Caleb Allen!
The boy looked at the man. There was an excited appearance upon the broker's features.
"He looks as if he has been losing," thought Hal. "I wonder how much he has staked?"
No one appeared to notice his coming, and he stood just back of the crowd, taking in everything so far as it concerned Allen.
The game went on, and Allen lost. Then the broker played once more, and lost again.
"A hundred this time," he said.
The broker played with extreme caution, as indeed did all of the others. In consequence the game lasted fully quarter of an hour.
Hal saw by the broker's actions that the game was going against the man, and he was not surprised, when the play ended, to hear that Allen had lost.
Allen turned away from the table. As he did so he came face to face with Hal. He started back, and gave the youth a keen look.
"Where have I met that fellow before?" he muttered to himself.