The man counted his pieces.
“I have two hundred; fifty against forty!”
“Good! Fifty against thirty!”
“Double it if you will.”
“A hundred against sixty, then!”
“Agreed! Wait while I go for the money,” and turning to his brother he said:
“Go away if you want to; I shall stay!”
Társilo reflected. He loved Bruno, and he loved sport.
“I am with you,” he said. They found José.