"Four ounce," boldly said Sacatripas.
"Hum! That is a good deal; mind you are not stumped out."
"Bah! Nothing venture, nothing win. Come, there are my four ounces."
"There are mine!"
Mataseis won again, but this time fairly; fortune favoured him. Sacatripas bit his lips till the blood came, but he did not appear to notice it. He prided himself on being a good player. Coolly drawing his money from his pocket, and piling it before him:
"Ten ounces," said he.
"Oh! oh!" cried Mataseis; "That is a good deal, but I must add two ounces, for there are but eight on the game."
"That is true; well, add them."
"It is a good deal," resumed he.
"Are you afraid?"