[Sitting astride on the ties facing him.] Put it up.
FICSUR
[Puts the money on the ties; rapidly shuffles the cards.] We’ll play twenty-one. I’ll bank. [He deals deftly.]
LILIOM
[Looks at his card.] Good. I’ll bet the bank.
FICSUR
Must have an ace! [Deals him a second card.]
LILIOM
Another one. [He gets another card.] Another. [Gets still another.] Over! [Throws down his cards. FICSUR gathers in the money.] Come on!