“As you lak,” said Rouleau, with a polite bow.
“Let's make it five dollars,” suggested Mr. Sims, to which all agreed.
But still the game was Rouleau's, who grew more and more excited with every win. The lieutenant played coolly, and with seeming indifference, in which he was imitated by Mr. Sims, the loss of a few dollars being a matter of small moment to either.
“It would make it more interesting if we made it a dollar to play,” at length said Mr. Sims. The suggestion was accepted, and the game went on. At once the luck began to turn, and in a half hour's play Rouleau's winnings disappeared and passed over to the lieutenant's hand. In spite of his bad luck, however, Rouleau continued to bet eagerly and recklessly, until Ranald, who hated to see the young lumberman losing his season's wages, suggested that the game come to an end.
“The night is early,” said the lieutenant, “but if you have had enough,” he said, bowing to LeNoir and Rouleau.
“Non!” exclaimed Rouleau, “the fortune will to me encore. We mak it de two-dollar to play. Dat will brak de luck.”
“I think you ought to stop it,” said Harry.
But the demon of play had taken full possession of both Rouleau and the lieutenant and they were not to be denied. Rouleau took from his pocket a roll of bills and counted them.
“Fifty dollars,” he cried. “Bon! I play him, me!”
The others deposited a like sum before them, and the game proceeded. The deal was De Lacy's. After a few moment's consideration, Mr. Sims and LeNoir each drew three cards. In a tone of triumph which he could not altogether suppress, Rouleau exclaimed “Dees are good enough for me.” The lieutenant drew one card, and the betting began.