"Fourteen!" exclaimed Guillem, as he looked at the rude die in his daughter's palm.
"Best of three," said a man.
"Again!" called the Captain, after the bones had been thrown into the bassinet and shaken.
The same proceeding was gone through. Again each hand was exposed on the table.
"Fourteen again!"
"A woman and the devil have luck!" shouted one of the men. "There is no beating that!"
"Aye! but there is. If next time she draws one," retorted another. "She is a woman; I wish her well."
"Ah! you Roger; always honour the petticoat."
"Again!" thundered the Captain.
Once more hands were plunged into the iron cap, withdrawn, and placed clenched on the table.