"Bring me ten," he called, as he sat down. And addressing the look-out, he asked if Goyle had been there. He had played a few pots after dinner, but had quit early.
"Did he win?"
"I think he win a few dollars. Said he had an engagement on the West Side."
"Leave me out," said a man, counting his imposing stack of chips. "Never mind, I'll play this one." A hand had been dealt him. "But I've got to go after this hand; oughtn't to stay as long as I do. Got to catch a train. Who opened it?"
"I did," replied a regular.
"Raise you."
"So soon? Well, I'll have to trot you. Tear me one off the roof."
"I'll play these," said the man who had to catch a train.
"You'd better take some. He won't come round again. Well, I'll chip it up to you."
"Raise you three."