“Do you play the game?” said the lieutenant.
“A verie leetle, but I can learn him.”
“That's right,” cried the lieutenant, approvingly.
“What do you say, Ranald,” said Harry, who also loved the game.
“No,” said Ranald, shortly, “I never play for money.”
“Make it pennies,” said Mr. Sims, with a slight laugh.
“Go on, De Lacy,” said Harry, angry at Mr. Sims's tone. “You've got four—that'll do!”
“Oh, very well,” said De Lacy, his easy, languid air returning to him. “What shall it be—quarter chips with a dollar limit? Brandy and soda, Mr. LeNoir? And you, Mr. Rouleau? Two more glasses, garcon,” and the game began.
From the outset Rouleau steadily won till his chips were piled high in front of him.
“You play the game well,” said the lieutenant. “Shall we raise the limit?”